Am I a terrorist?

I want to write about how I, a priveleged white boy from the suburbs of Ottawa, became a radical.

Acapulco to Honolulu

January 6

We tie off from the dock in the morning saying goodbye to our new Swiss friends, a retired couple and their daughter who moored next to us on the docks yesterday. We went out with them last night to watch the cliff divers again, this time at a restaurant overlooking the cliffs. We stuck around for hours drinking Mexican beer and watching diver after diver jump.

Ramblings on writing

I’m reading a book by David Graeber, hands down one of my favourite writers, and it’s got me thinking about writing. More specifically, how to write convincingly.

Impressions of Acapulco

I’ve decided that I’m gonna stick to the diary format, for a while at least.

Through the Panama Canal to Acapulco

Alright, made it to Mexico! 34 days since we left the Chesapeake and nearly 4000 nautical miles later. All I have to do to get across the Pacific now is actually cross the Pacific.

A trans-oceanic conversation with my brother

While I’ve been traveling, my brother Shaun has been going through a journey of his own back in Montreal. He started taking testosterone shots the same time I set sail to cross the Pacific from Norfolk, Virginia.

Miami to Panama

The trip south to the Panama canal was mostly uneventful, in a good sort of way.

Norfolk to Fort Lauderdale

Sebastien Decroix, Nick Leggatt, and I motored Melina out from the Chesapeake bay early (American) thanksgiving morning in calm winds and grey skies. The calm of the bay was deceptive and, even with Seb’s  warning that “the waves will be a bit impressive, yea,” I wasn’t prepared for the turbulent seas where the tropical gulf stream and the cold North Atlantic waters meet. It seemed about as rough as water can get to my green eyes.

Melina I (Pictures)

The international delivery crew representing France (Sebastien, left), South Africa (Nick, right), and Canada (me, center)

On crossing the pacific

“So… you’re going to Korea!? I can’t even keep up with your plans… It’s too bad you won’t be here for christmas. But I’m not really believing you that you will or won’t be here until Christmas day. Seeing as your plans change every other second.”
– my brother Shaun on my plan making, or perhaps lack thereof.