From the brochure I picked up on Vancouver Island’s Comox Valley, there was a great write up on this walkway, but the more spectacular Goose Spit Park didn’t even get a mention. Continue reading Comox Harbour
I’m a tree person, but staying close to the downtown core of Calgary, I can’t help notice some of the beautiful buildings. It might be a glistening highrise, but often the older preserved buildings catch my camera’s eye. Continue reading Only men allowed?
Singapore is one of the few cities where I comfortably walk alone at night. I feel like it’s the safest city in the world to be a woman. So on my last visit, I took advantage of this nightly freedom to stroll through crowded footpaths of Little India where all that glitters is usually gold. Continue reading All that glitters is usually gold
I skipped most of the old portraits of wigged men and religious motifs that made up part of the National Gallery of Victoria’s European paintings in the St Kilda branch. Instead, I strode to the section where a couple of Picasso’s works were displayed. Continue reading A touch of Picasso
At one end of Goose Spit Park was Nob Hill Greenway. It appeared to be a workout for the local Comox crowd who jogged up the two hundred and forty-five steps and raced back down again. Continue reading Nob Hill Greenway cardiac climb
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve visited Calgary, so have witnessed the Bow River that runs through the heart of the city at different seasons. What I hadn’t experienced was the Bow completely frozen. Continue reading The big freeze
This was the second location I stumbled upon depicting a battle against the Japanese during World War II. Continue reading WW11 Kranji Beach Battle Site