The exciting ordeal of crossing from the land of stars and stripes to that of the maple leaf, from the toughness of border police to the warmth of an island home. My one and only cherished couchsurfing experience, and strong Canadian ladies. Welcome to Campobello Island!
Luck (and some good will on the part of motel employees) brought me to Morgan’s Bed and Breakfast, Sheidac, NB. The place has great home-like atmostphere and nice food. I discovered there are Canadians who want to escape their country’s cold.
Route 132, Gaspe Peninsula. On way to Forillon villages with churches. Holy Marys, windmills, castles, seabirds and trees in colors. Most spectacular were the famous cliffs appearing mid-drive. I ended the day as sola guest in an out-of-season B&B, enjoying the comforts, hearing interesting life stories from owner .
Forillon National Park, QC, is well worth it, Carriage roads and desolate forest paths lead from the “Bay of Seals” to “Land’s End”, with whales watching and gannets diving. Also rich wild life, and historical fishing sites. Forillon’s Auberge (hostel) offers socializing oppportunities and excellent services.
Seasonal beauty on Road 132 from Perce, QC to the NB border. New Brunswick to Maine: In Campbelton, quaint bilingual border town, I heard local stories at the cozy Super 8 spa. Crossing the border at Van Buren was a bit challenging. I rounded up the day with a seafood meal in Machias, ME, and the Bluebird Motel.
Falafel and Israeli salad in every corner Bhagsu is not sufficient. How can the Israeli traveler survive without his fix of Turkish coffee and Bamba?
The Israeli trail can be found in India, complete with the trail’s markers, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, problems, joys. Welcome to India if you want to know Israel!
Why Israelis go to India? This first post enumerates the more obvious reasons – fun, escape, learn, shanti, post-army, herd, cheap, the Hummus trail infrastructure, adventure, and, of course – Incredible India. Sequel: non-obvious reasons.
On my bus ride from hell from McLoed to Manali, I “only” suffered from excruciating motion sickness and almost lost my luggage. Those were the longest 10 hours of my India trip. High stamina was required.
My 24 hours in Mumbai were rich in experiences and human encounters – the train (un)expected ordeal, hotel and dining, and then the awesome Elaphanta Island caves, boat ride, climb. Even the taxi trip to the airport was illuminating.
Udaipur is an Indian dream city – clean, beautiful, majestic. I describe morning and evening strolls, the magic waters, rooftop vistas from hotel restaurants and Israeli Kabbalat Shabbat.
The exciting ordeal of crossing from the land of stars and stripes to that of the maple leaf, from the toughness of border police to the warmth of an island home. My one and only cherished couchsurfing experience, and strong Canadian ladies. Welcome to Campobello Island!
Luck (and some good will on the part of motel employees) brought me to Morgan’s Bed and Breakfast, Sheidac, NB. The place has great home-like atmostphere and nice food. I discovered there are Canadians who want to escape their country’s cold.
Route 132, Gaspe Peninsula. On way to Forillon villages with churches. Holy Marys, windmills, castles, seabirds and trees in colors. Most spectacular were the famous cliffs appearing mid-drive. I ended the day as sola guest in an out-of-season B&B, enjoying the comforts, hearing interesting life stories from owner .
Forillon National Park, QC, is well worth it, Carriage roads and desolate forest paths lead from the “Bay of Seals” to “Land’s End”, with whales watching and gannets diving. Also rich wild life, and historical fishing sites. Forillon’s Auberge (hostel) offers socializing oppportunities and excellent services.
Seasonal beauty on Road 132 from Perce, QC to the NB border. New Brunswick to Maine: In Campbelton, quaint bilingual border town, I heard local stories at the cozy Super 8 spa. Crossing the border at Van Buren was a bit challenging. I rounded up the day with a seafood meal in Machias, ME, and the Bluebird Motel.
Falafel and Israeli salad in every corner Bhagsu is not sufficient. How can the Israeli traveler survive without his fix of Turkish coffee and Bamba?
The Israeli trail can be found in India, complete with the trail’s markers, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, problems, joys. Welcome to India if you want to know Israel!
Why Israelis go to India? This first post enumerates the more obvious reasons – fun, escape, learn, shanti, post-army, herd, cheap, the Hummus trail infrastructure, adventure, and, of course – Incredible India. Sequel: non-obvious reasons.
On my bus ride from hell from McLoed to Manali, I “only” suffered from excruciating motion sickness and almost lost my luggage. Those were the longest 10 hours of my India trip. High stamina was required.
My 24 hours in Mumbai were rich in experiences and human encounters – the train (un)expected ordeal, hotel and dining, and then the awesome Elaphanta Island caves, boat ride, climb. Even the taxi trip to the airport was illuminating.
Udaipur is an Indian dream city – clean, beautiful, majestic. I describe morning and evening strolls, the magic waters, rooftop vistas from hotel restaurants and Israeli Kabbalat Shabbat.