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Orientation Weekend!
... business. Most of us will want to go back. I don't know how many will act on it, and it will be interesting to see who does. "Good f***in' luck!" was what Bernice's counterpart wished us with a laugh, and really, you can't take yourself too seriously when you're jumping into a new country and new language like this or you'll go crazy. I think that's a good state of mind to teach us now, and I'm glad we caught on early. I have a feeling that I'll be laughing at myself a lot!
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Living La Dolce Vita
... hostel, fortunately just one block from the Lightbox, but somehow managed to miss the turning, I’m not sure how, and found myself trying to jaywalk across Blue Jays Way, of all places. It wasn’t to be though, and I was soon retreating back to the crossing to make my way across the road like a good girl, making a beeline to the facilities and hoping none of the five other girls I shared the room with was otherwise engaged. ...
They Always Come In Threes
... s only for the small creatures, and if the sparrow makes three then I needn’t worry about anyone else or break a matchstick.
I later found out the little Sparrow had met its maker in the form of the pond; he must have been taking a drink and fallen in due to his poor balance, making it a clear three to wipe the slate clean and preserve the matchstick supplies. ...
Back from the top of the world
... 8217;t been kind to me and I’ve been nocturnal since my return.
Quite a lot has happened over the past seven weeks. For many of us, this trip has redefined what we know we’re capable of accomplishing, or inspired us to pursue other adventures in the future. There were times on the trails, there were moments, when we had wished to be anywhere else in the world (often because of sickness or ...
Corruption In The East
... was followed by the eventual arrival of my oversized bag, and as I bid goodbye to Kathy I made my way into Toronto alongside Margaret, getting a ride in their swish Audi to make a change from the buses and taxis I’d last seen the road in. We took a ride over to their son Oliver’s house to collect him and his camera, catching a glimpse of the numerous runners on Lakeshore Drive, and the rowers out in force on the lake; if only the cost for a month’s ...
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