Just coming to the end of a ten day trek in New York City, working with some great folks, seeing the sights, taking in a few plays and generally enjoying time with fmaily and friends. Back soon.
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Today I was scheduled to make a short flight from Vancouver to Nanaimo. It is early spring here on the southwest Pacific coast of Canada, which means blossoming trees, fresh spring flowers and, to everyone’s surprise, a blizzard in Nanaimo, which meant my flight was cancelled. So I high tailed it out to Horseshoe Bay and jumped n the new Coastal Rennaissance ferry and headed to Vancouver Island by slow boat. Revelling in my new found free time, and fresh from adding up the contents of my suitcase, I decided to crunch the numbers and see what my travel schedule …
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Just a post for posterity’s sake, blogged from Vancouver. I haven’t quite made it home yet. This has been the busiest two months in the history of my consultancy practice, travel wise. For the last month, I have been living out of a suitcase, with my schedule consisting of a week on the road and one or two days at home for four weeks in a row. My home has been an Eagle Creek Switchback Max 25 (which is an incredibly excellent bag, if I do say so myself), and it’s full of everything I need for …
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The Westin Hotel in Atlanta, which lost windows in last week’s tornado. A strange week indeed. I left home yesterday morning bound for Toronto and then on to Atlanta where I am doing some work with Public Radio Capital and Native Public Media, looking at how Native community radio stations make an impact. Yesterday I made it as far as Toronto, but a flight delay meant I was cutting my connection close, and I still had to apply for a work visa at US Customs and Border Protection. I arrived in secondary screening at 10 to eight, with an 830 …
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Last week in New Mexico we were making all the predictable jokes about making this wrong turn at Albuquerque, and indeed on our way to Shiprock, we did make a wrong turn. My usually reliable wetware GPS software (in other words my traditionally infalliable sense of direction) completely abandoned me last week. The worst however was saved for the trip home. While I came home on United via Denver, the harried ticket agent at the the counter somehow checked my bags to Denver and then on to San Francisco and Incheon, South Korea. Under the name Ji …