Oaxaca On 3 Levels

Low: The Day We Died

Right after our last blog post we were hit with a bout of food poisoning. RobO thinks that it was some nacho dips during our photo shoot.

I thought it was from the huge vats of Hugo de Jamaica that we drank at the market that morning.

We’ll never know the truth, but we definitely know that the offender OWNED us. For 36 hours we layed with our bodies curled in the shape of a question mark, sometimes on the bed and sometimes … ugh … on the bathroom floor. I am grateful that we always have a well stocked travel health kit and that we came through the other side relatively unscathed.

Medium: El Dia de Los Muertos

Recovered and ready to go, we went to a cafe to meet up with our group tour. We knew that we would have felt uncomfortable just showing up at a cemetery during this cultural celebration, so we opted for a tour to learn more about the Day of the Dead and go to the cemetery with an actual Mexican person.

We learned about the pre-Hispanic origins of the celebration while trying some classic Oaxacan food and drink. We placed photos of our deceased loved ones on the ‘ofrenda’ so that they could come back to visit us.

Before we left for the cemetery we were smudged with smoke to ensure that no lost spirits would cling to us when we left. Then we headed the few blocks to check out the party.

We had learned that this festival is a happy time where people share memories of those whom they’ve lost. My favourite part, by far, was when RobO and I sat and did just that: told our favourite stories about our people.

So why was it only a medium? We know that we typically don’t love group tours, and this was no exception. All in all I’m glad that we did it because we felt it important to learn about it, but I would recommend a very small group or more personalized option.

High: Hierve el Agua

Our buds RockyB and BRod had been to Oaxaca a couple of years ago and highly recommend a trip to these petrified waterfalls, which are one of only 2 in the world (the other in Turkey). We problem solved the local transportation of bus, then collectivo and arrived before noon this morning. It was definitely a highlight of this trip.

We had a dip in the refreshing pools before making our way back to town to prepare for our long journey home. I was hoping that this trip would reinvigorate my Spanish speaking and it definitely achieved that. Hasta la proxima!

Blog de los Muertos

DawnO and I decided to hop a flight to Mexico for the Dia de los Muertos celebration! But a key part of our trip was a layover in Houston to visit my cousin Byron and stop at our favorite Mexican restaurant, Manny’s for a couple of slushie margaritas.

With that pre-game ritual completed, it was time to fly to Oaxaca and get into the thick of the Dia de los Muertos celebrations which were already underway. This festival is technically from October 31- November 2, but we arrived on October 27 to parades, fiestas, and face-painted locos.

We got a recommendation to go to “smoke alley” in one of the markets and decided to test it out as our lunch option. We walked through a smoke filled hall with meat displayed in kiosks on either side of us each with piping hot grills ready to cook the meat. Once we made our choice we were shepherded to the lady who sold the fresh corn tortillas while our meat was on the grill. Then it was off to the tables where we picked our choice of fillings… guacamole, fresh limes and salsa, por favour!

The following day we had arranged to take a bike tour to El Tule, home of the widest tree in the world. This tree is a cypress that is over 2,000 years old. At its widest, it’s 16 meters in diameter. They expect it to continue to grow for another 1,000 years!

The next day DawnO had booked us a temazcal on the outskirts of Oaxaca, so we had to figure out the collectivo (basically a shared taxi) system. We were up to the challenge and made it to our temazcal with time to spare. What is it exactly? It’s basically a sauna that begins with a ceremony and uses natural plants and herbs that is meant to restore your health. After all the Manny’s margaritas, I was due for an upgrade to my immune system.

I didn’t last for the entire time as I reached my limit before the final round of steam. DawnO, of course, loved every second of it.

That evening we did some people watching and discovered that it was quite normal for kids to dress up, lay down in the middle of the street and play dead, while tourists would fill their Halloween-style pails with pesos.

Today we checked off something from our bucket list. We got our faces painted like skulls and walked around Oaxaca taking pictures with all the colourful backgrounds and murals this city has to offer. We made sure we picked our makeup artists carefully, as there are many lining the streets trying to vie for business. We were more than happy with how it turned out.

Tonight we are back out on the town as the party heats up! We’ve got our makeup on, and we’re ready to blend in with the rest of the dead!

Mountain Glory

On a cold morning in January I was sitting with my phone, a stopwatch, and a calendar, ready to call in at the exact moment that reservations opened for the huts at Mount Assiniboine. My practice with timing paid off and I was rewarded with a reservation code for 2 nights at the Naiset huts.

I rallied a group of tennis friends and Thursday night we were driving to Canmore in anticipation of this adventure. 2 of the girls were backcountry first timers, so there was a lot of gear sharing and pack packing advice.

Friday morning we drove to the Mount Shark helipad south of Canmore. Pro tip: if you ever plan to do this get there early so that you aren’t rushed and can park your vehicle at the trailhead instead of 1.4kms away at the helipad. Your future hiking self will thank you!

We were on the 6th flight for the 6 minute chopper ride up to Assiniboine. I was in awe of the scenic helicopter views and our first glimpse of Assiniboine, which is the highest peak in the southern range of the Canadian Rockies.

We dropped our gear at our home for the next 2 nights and set out on our first hike: Niblet, Nublet, Nub peak, Cerulean Lake, Sunburst Lake Loop. We had 10.9kms of fields of wildflowers, turquoise lakes, and monster mountain views.

Day 2 morning a couple of us walked the 10 minutes to Lake Magog for sunrise. It did not disappoint.

After our hut breakfast we set off for the 14.5km Windy Ridge and Windy peak. We were diverted by a grizzly on the trail and watched it from a distance as it moved through the meadow. Yikes. The hike afforded us views of the scale of Mount Assiniboine beside the others in the range.

We were up and at’em early on a frosty morning on day 3 for our 27km hike out. This was our only day with full packs (though we had eaten most of our food) so our shoulders and hip bones were feeling it. We had an early encounter with a large black bear on the trail that put us on edge.

The sunshine views along Marvel Lake kept us motivated. Though I was anticipating the last 10km to be a slog we all felt pretty good at the end, albeit glad to be done.

As a spiritual but not religious person, I can truly say that I felt so close to ‘heaven’ up there that I was feeling very moved. I am so grateful that my body allows me to do these adventures and that I’ve found great friends who are keen to come along.

You’ve probably been wondering what RobO was up to when I was adventuring all weekend. Here’s a text I received when we got back to civilization:

Book//End

I’m going to try something a bit different with this blog entry. DawnO and I are in Scotland for the next two weeks and starting tomorrow we will be staying at an AirBnB that is above a book shop. We will also be running that bookshop while we stay there. We fly in and out of Edinburgh so in the spirit of the adventure I’d write about Edinburgh twice, but in one blog, “bookending” our trip!

Book/

We landed in Edinburgh yesterday and found our way to our home neighborhood of Portobello by double decker bus. We spent some time getting acquainted with our area which includes a beach!

After fighting some jet lag we decided to go to bed by 8pm and get ready to attack day 2!

We packed our lunch and made our way to a trendy part of town called Stockbridge. We walked through the charming streets and found a coffee-bike at one of the viewpoints. That’s right, it’s a mobile coffee franchise.

We eventually found Stockbridge Market where we were greeted by a tent dedicated to cooking the largest paella we had ever seen!

Our packed lunch didn’t stand a chance…

To finish off the afternoon we decided to hike up to the top of Arther’s Seat which provided a stunning view of Edinburgh and the North Sea inlet!

/End

We have returned back to Edinburgh 12 days after leaving it for Wigtown. I managed to return our rental car and get the full deposit back!

This time we stayed a little closer to High Street which is the Main Street in Old Town. At the end of high street you will find Edinburgh Castle, which was sold out for visitors today.

High Street
High Street/Royal Mile

The second half of our day consisted mostly of sports viewing. We watched the men’s Wimbledon final, DawnO went for another hike near Arthur’s Seat, and then we went to a brewery not too far from our place and watched the EUFA EURO final. Surprisingly, the crowd was split down the middle on who to cheer for even though we had heard that Spain would be the Scottish pick. Regardless, it was a good day for Spain as Alcaraz won the Wimbledon title and Spain were Euro champions!

Tomorrow we make our way home! It has been a great couple of weeks in Scotland, and Edinburgh has definitely been a highlight.

Harry Potter and the Elusive Nessie

Gather ‘round, my friends, for a tale full of adventure and dare I say, magic? Our main quest was to lay a 21 year old travel regret to rest…

Our journey began on the isle of Mull, where we drove our noble steed “Fifi” the Fiat towards Loch Ness. By lunchtime we had reached our first stop, the burial site of Albus Dumbledore.

Next, we made our way to Glenfinnan where we joined 30 other “Potter Spotters” above the Glenfinnan Viaduct and awaited a steam train bound for platform 9-3/4.

We broke away from the rest of the trainspotting muggles and continued to our AirBnB in Kirkhill to rest our weary heads. In the morning, we would set out to right a travel wrong…

In the year twenty and O-three, a much less seasoned traveller known as “DawnB” ventured to these very same parts of Scotland. Though she was usually quite clever, one fateful day she made a foolish miscalculation. She squandered her daily budget on a tunic instead of paying for passage out into the murky waters of Loch Ness. It was said that a monster inhabited the deep dark waters and DawnB had always wondered if she could have spotted the elusive creature when so few could. This is something that has plagued her memory for 21 years.

The next morning after second breakfast we made our way to the town of Drumnadrochit where we had pre-arranged a voyage into the great loch. With some time to kill we wandered the town and came across some magical creatures.

The time had arrived. We met our boat captain who was a bit of an odd character. He spoke with a strange but charming diction. He tended to repeat the beginning of his sentence at the end of his sentence. For example, he told us, “It is going to be a great day on the Loch, it is.” Apparently they had to cancel the previous day’s sailings, they did, due to poor weather and rough conditions. We set off on the “Nessie Hunter”, bound and determined to find a monster.

We searched long and hard for a glimpse of the beast. However, our tour came to an end with us coming up empty handed. As we approached the dock, DawnO turned around to take one final shot of the Loch… the following picture has not been altered. We only recently discovered it as we were writing this blog. Here’s what she captured:

It’s All or Puffin

We enjoyed our wee road trip to Oban, stopping at a couple of castles and viewpoints along the way.

Oban is a lovely seaside town but we really only had the chance to visit it for the evening as we had plans on the Isle of Mull the next day. Unfortunately I didn’t realize that we should have booked our ferry in advance. They were sold out until 6pm, so we had to pivot! We ended up getting up really early to drive about 2 hours to another ferry crossing.

Jellyfish in Oban Bay

We arrived to Mull in good time and had a glorious bluebird day for our drive across the island. Remember how Rob improved his left hand stick shift driving on the left side of the road? Now he can add this to his driving resume: single track roads with blind corners and surprise sheep on the road!

We’re staying in the town of Dervaig, which is about 4 miles of winding hairpin turns from Calgary! Of course we had to go there and it is (of course) nothing like our Canadian sprawling city. This Scottish Calgary boasts one of Scotland’s best white sand beaches.

Our little town of Dervaig

We spent an afternoon in Tobermory, browsing along its colourful waterfront shops.

Our main reason for coming to the Isle of Mull was for a special boat trip. It left from the Isle of Iona which is one of the oldest religious centres in Western Europe. Its abbey was built in 563 AD.

Our boat tour took us to the Isle of Staffa, which is well known for its basalt columns and the famous Fingal’s Cave. In 1829 the composer Mendelssohn visited the island and wrote The Hebrides after hearing the sound of the waves crashing deep in the cave.

The cave is spectacular and definitely reason to visit this island, but the main draw for us was to try to see some of the puffins that nest on the grassy side of the island. We were lucky enough to see hundreds of puffins, many as close as one metre away from us. Both Rob and I fell in love with these curious little guys. They aren’t very good at flying (they’re masters at swimming and diving) so watching and hearing them land on the grass was especially endearing. Sorry not sorry for the onslaught of puffin pictures.

Stud Puffin
Much ado about puffin

Tomorrow we take a ferry back to the mainland and head toward the area of Loch Ness. Could Nessie be as puffin awesome?

Wigtonians

When Dawn told me about the Open Book AirBnB listing back in 2021 I thought it sounded like a pretty cool idea. I’m not an avid reader so it wasn’t the book store that appealed to me. I saw potential in being a shopkeeper in a town in Scotland. What a unique and thrilling way to be thrust into a community.

Now I don’t want to rehash what DawnO reported in her previous blog, so instead I’ll provide you with an update and perhaps some interesting details.

We each fell into our own separate jobs naturally. Each morning DawnO wrote a list of “Fun Facts” on one of the chalk boards we displayed outside. We found it attracted customers and fueled conversations when they walked in. DawnO was also the main small talker, though I held my own pretty well. She was the official records keeper and the “docent” or shop usher. I was stationed behind the counter and handled all financial transactions. I also kept track of the footfall/pawfall and most importantly, was the house DJ (a teenager with KoolAid coloured hair commented that I had good taste in music).
On Thursday, July 4, we had a big day planned. It was the UK’s federal election and I planned to play a mini concert in the afternoon as shoppers came in.

Unfortunately, we had a torrential downpour of rain that morning which killed foot traffic for the rest of the day. I ended up serenading DawnO for 3 hours with only 4 customers entering the shop. The bright spot to the day was when a Wigtonian, originally from the US, took us out for dinner in the neighbouring town of Garlieston. Donna had introduced herself to us a few days prior and said she was going to take us out. This type of interaction was common at the Open Book.

Today was our last shift at the Open Book. It was also the sunniest day so we planned a trip to the south most tip of Scotland called the Mull of Galloway. We also had a guest with us named Lisa. She arrived yesterday from Vancouver and was set up to volunteer for a week at what is considered to be the most famous book shop in Wigtown called simply, “The Book Shop”. All the kindness we had been given this week spurred us to pay it forward so we invited her along for the trip. The weather didn’t disappoint as we were treated to some of the sunniest views we have seen in a while.

Open Book official ledger:
July 2 – Footfall: 41, 1 dog – Sales £60.00
July 3 – Footfall: 48, 2 dogs – Sales £36.50
July 4 – Footfall: 21, 0 dogs – Sales £76.07
July 5 – Footfall: 22, 1 dog – Sales £20.50
July 6 – Footfall: 43, 1 dog – Sales £56.50
Total sales: £249.57

Tomorrow we head north to Oban. I’m feeling way more confident in the left handed stick shift/UK rental car after our day tripping. We’ll be sad to leave Wigtown but excited for what’s to come!

The Open Book O’s

When we rented a car to get around Scotland I knew that there would be a few ‘speedbumps’: driving on the opposite side to what we’re used to, using the left hand for the stick shift, manoeuvring traffic circles in a clockwise direction, and, as my parents had warned us, the tendency to hug the shoulder because of the perceptual challenge. But I didn’t think it would be as stressful as it actually was. We were both white knuckling the trip: Rob at the wheel and me trying to navigate while seeing that we are perpetually centimetres from sideswiping vehicles, bridges, and guardrails.
At one point we were driving on a road not much wider than Fifi, our red Fiat, when we came up behind a tractor pulling a long flatbed. Without any warning the driver put the tractor is reverse and started backing his rig toward us, causing us to scramble to reverse into a cutout we had passed. As he straight-line backed the flatbed beside us there were moments where there was a millimeter between him and our side mirror!

Needless to say, we were thrilled when we arrived in Wigtown (pronounced Wigt’n), our home for the week.

Town Hall
High Street

I distinctly remember booking this holiday. It was 2021 in the heart of Covid. We were in a coffee shop dreaming about all of the travel experiences that we wanted to do. Not knowing what the future would hold we booked The Open Book on AirBnB for the next opening, 3 years away, for July 2024!
And here we are! This is an unusual AirBnB experience where we stay in the flat above the bookshop and run the bookshop during our time here. It is very relaxed. We set our own hours and decide on what type of advertising, events, and activities we fancy while we’re here.

We got an orientation from Joyce, a wonderful resident and fellow bookshop owner. Wigtown is Scotland’s National Book Town and has about 800 residents and 15 bookshops! We had some good omens right off the bat: a decorative pillow with GordO’s (our God-dog) face on it and a Canadian flag in the cupboard! We set up 2 window displays, one representing us (2 travel books, a tennis book, 1 Beatles book, Anne of Green Gables, and Chris Hadfield’s book… it is mostly second hand books, so selection is limited), and one of DawnO’s picks (fiction books I’ve read or would like to read). We also set up our display of branded pottery that I made and carried here in my backpack!

Our first day we had 41 shoppers and 1 dog (Billy, who knows exactly where to find the dog treats!). Most of the customers were book loving tourists, including a couple of Canadians, Americans, and caravaning Englanders. We’ve also met many Wigtown residents, who have welcomed us and given good tips about the area. In our flat there is a shelf of books written by local authors so it has felt scandalous to be reading the memoirs of the people that we are meeting!
This has been a wonderful time to slow down, chat with people, sit in our window seat to read, and really feel like we live in a Scottish town. Hopefully the sun comes out in the next few days and we’ll do some touring the area after ‘work’.

Belted cow
Our neighbours

Soul-stice

I have a friend who is embarking on a bicycle journey around North America where she is planning to rely on the kindness of others for her basic needs. Though I think that this is amazing and very realistic, the thought of it pulls me very far out of my comfort zone. I like to be self sufficient and don’t particularly like asking others, especially strangers, for help.

Cue the universe laughing as we arrived for our weekend in Whitehorse and our car rental had mysteriously been cancelled. Our AirBnB was located an 35 minute drive south of town and we had reservations at the hot springs 20 minutes north of town. After an hour or so of exhausting every other option from car shares to renting a U-Haul, I called our AirBnB hosts to let them know of our plight. Little did we know that Marion and Phil would be the first of many Yukon people who showed genuine hospitality and generosity, making this a weekend that exceeded our expectations.

Marion immediately volunteered to cancel her afternoon clients (she is a foot care nurse) to pick us up. We convinced her that we would be fine to enjoy our afternoon in Whitehorse and took the bus to the weekly farmer’s market and found a local brewery.

After work, Marion drove us to our home for the next 3 nights, which was located on the beautiful Marsh Lake. The next day we rode bikes to the trailhead of a hike that gave us a panoramic view of our neighbourhood.

Marsh Lake

We had a siesta because we knew we would need some sleep to be able to do our main reason for coming North for June 21: enjoying the midnight sun during summer solstice! First we watched the Oilers historically force game 7 with new friends next door to our AirBnB. Next we set off for a 11:30pm kayak on the lake. Other than the overcast skies and mosquitos the size of hummingbirds, it was all that we hoped it would be.

Today Marion and Phil continued their kindness by driving us to the hot springs to enjoy a relaxing morning, then dropping us for more exploring in downtown Whitehorse. A definite highlight was a stop at Miles Canyon on the way home.

The scenery of Whitehorse is beautiful, but it is definitely the people that make us want to return one day. We have an early morning trip to the airport tomorrow, then only 1 week of work before we head out on our next adventure… running a bookshop in Scotland!

The Last Resort

We’ve reached the end of our time in Fiji and are flying back to Canada in a few hours. We felt like we’ve had a well balanced trip of living like locals on our homestay and pampering ourselves at a resort on our final week. We have spent the last few days of our trip relaxing, using the amenities available to us and enjoying the sunsets over the ocean. We will certainly miss it here. Here’s some pictures of our final week.

We’ll be making another entry in June from the land of the midnight sun. Stay tuned…