We didn’t know what we were going to get ourselves into. We had just spent a week camping and hiking and were about to enter our first “real” city in days. All we knew about Moncton was that it held about 70,000 people and that it had bars in it that would be open and serving beer.
We didn’t know if he was going to kill us or invite us into his home. We had been shooting photos in a nearby parking lot and he must have seen us from his window.
Our X-Can ’06 roadtrip started off fine, but once we crossed the Canadian Rockies it became clear that we were still wet behind the ears. Here are a few lessons we learned while in Alberta.
A “lumberjack breakfast” carries an ideal of an old fashioned, hearty breakfast that can carry you through long hours of working outdoors. When you order it in the Canadian Rockies that ideal becomes a reality.
Amid the rocky outlying islands, international cargo ships, massive construction works and the aircraft carrier USS George Washington, the Hamayuu made its way toward the docks of Busan, our gateway to mainland Asia.
Sitting in Hiroshima Station at lunchtime, watching our okonomiyaki cook on the griddle, the sense of constant departure was palpable and welcome. We needed to be in Korea, and in many ways that was a world away.
The tuna auction floor of Tsukiji fish market is supposedly tourist-friendly, but we ventured into other areas to capture the behind-the-scenes action.
What had once been a nuclear wasteland was now simply Hiroshima, and everywhere you looked were the signs of a living city that wasn’t haunted by its past.
