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SCOTLAND: Hiking through history
https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2018/09/scotland-hiking-through-history.html

ICELAND: Cod fishing in Iceland's Westfjords
https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2017/07/cod-fishing-in-icelands-westfjords.html

GREENLAND: Dream put on ice: hike to ice sheet bittersweet https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2015/01/dream-put-on-ice-greenland-hike.html

GREENLAND: Beautiful Greenland a mind-blowing experience https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2014/12/greenlands-incredible-ice.html

ICELAND: The towering cliffs of Iceland's Westfjords

https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-towering-cliffs-of-icelands.html

ITALY: Hiking Italy's Amalfi Coast
https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2013/07/hiking-italys-amalfi-coast.html

GERMANY: How to spend five hours in Frankfurt
https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-few-hours-in-frankfurt.html

GERMANY: Mud and old towns a highlight of Germany

https://pamelaroth81.blogspot.com/2023/08/mud-and-old-towns-highlight-of-germany.html

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Life in Canada's Arctic - Kugaaruk, Nunavut

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B.C. travel: Off the beaten path in Bamfield

Pachena Beach near Bamfield. It’s not easy to get to, but that’s part of the appeal. The first time I tried driving to Bamfield from Victoria in my Suzuki SX4, I turned around after 10 minutes. The 80-kilometre dusty logging road west of Port Alberni felt more like driving through a rocky farmers field, giving my poor little car a beating. Several months later, I returned to Bamfield by boat on the MV Frances Barkley after completing a short paddling adventure through the nearby Broken Group Islands. I had an hour to wander along the village’s boardwalk and get a feel for the place before the four-hour journey back to Port Alberni. All that experience did was make me want to come back since I knew Bamfield’s beauty lies beyond the village’s borders. Now here I was three years later, bouncing along the rough logging road that had previously forced me to turn around for the health of my car. I finally managed to convince a friend with a Nissan Xterra and heavy-dut

The greasy experience of an Ayurveda Chakra Dhara massage

After getting up at 4:30 in the morning to practice two hours of yoga and meditation in a howling hurricane near a volcano, followed by a 22 km bike ride through the beautiful countryside of Bali, I was more than ready for a two-and-a-half hour massage. Those who had already experienced the Ayurveda Chakra Dhara massage at One World Retreats in Ubud, Bali were raving about how great the experience was. It made me more eager to have a go at it myself. Ayurveda is a holistic science that dates back more than 3,000 years, making it the oldest healing therapy in the world. Focusing on wellness prevention, longevity and natural healing, the massage consists of dripping warm herbal oil on the chakra points of the body in order to balance the energy flow and purify the body, mind and spirit. I knew the massage involved oil, but I was startled by the amount that was poured across my entire body. I felt like I was getting greased up for a body building competition a

Three days in and around Whitehorse, Yukon

A crisp January morning at Southern Lakes Resort, located two hours south of Whitehorse. The warm glow of a fire is the only thing illuminating my snow-covered cabin perched beside a lake in the Yukon wilderness. It’s not because I don’t have any lights; I just want to see out the large window and get lost in the inky black sky plastered with twinkling stars. I’d go outside, but that requires effort to put on several layers of clothes to brave the -20C on this January night. I’m saving that ordeal until the big show starts, the main reason people from all over the world come to the Yukon in the dead of winter – to see the northern lights. But the show isn’t always reliable. Despite clear skies and a favourable aurora forecast, I see nothing but the twinkling stars, leaving me slightly disappointed as I crawl into bed at 1 a.m. Perhaps I’ll have better luck tomorrow – the final night of my three-day adventure in and around Whitehorse. I’m not the only one drawn

The towering cliffs of Iceland's Westfjords

Located in Iceland's Westfjords, the breathtaking Latrabjarg sea cliffs are the most western part of Europe. "Come on, just take my hand," says my boyfriend Chris. My legs feel weak. My heart is racing. I'm paralyzed with fear. "No that's okay," I say as I sink to my knees and choose instead to crawl cautiously to the edge of the cliff towering high above the churning sea. I peer nervously over the grassy ledge hovering 440 metres above the Denmark Straight. The waves below crash against the rocks in a fit of rage. I grip the grass nervously with my hands, hoping it will prevent me from rolling over the edge and falling to my death. "Oh don't be such a chicken," Chris says as he snaps endless photos. He isn't just standing near the edge of the cliff, he's on it, attempting to capture the perfect image. "I can't even watch you. It makes me uncomfortable," I say, as I slide away from the edge, ris

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