Somewhere along the way, I became somewhat of a national park collector. That's not to say that I'm opposed to other parks: state, provincial, municipal. But, I know that national parks are a reliable bet for sampling the-best-of-the-best landscapes during short stopovers in particular areas. With . . .
I can't stop poking at the metal cup holder in my table. The waitress turned it on a few minutes ago and it's now icy around the rim. I scratch at the thin layer of white frost and it peels off in spirals. I can't decide if I like it: it keeps my beer cold, but now I don't want to hold the glass for . . .
Korean food is so special. It's something I had very limited exposure to while growing up in Atlantic Canada. OK, I never really had any until I moved to Wonju in 2012. But, it grew on me quickly, and dakgalbi, the expat favourite, quickly rose to the top of my list. . . .
This is the story of two attempts on Chiaksan, the 1,288-metre tall mountain that resides about an hour's ride by bus from my former home in Wonju, South Korea. Once upon a time, Chiaksan was known as Jeokakasan. Then, based on a myth about a man who saved a pheasant from a snake, the mountain . . .
Let's talk about race. This doesn't mean I want to get into cultural, historical, political correctness, or any sort of controversy. When I was working toward my degree in biology, I became very interested in the evolution of the human species. From that standpoint, I do find differences and . . .