Iceland Westjords hike Hornstrandir Peninsula
Black and White Earth

Where on Earth

 

am I right now?

Working in the Canadian Rockies

Hey there!

My name is Nat and I wear a lot of hats: French teacher, runner, world traveler, chronic reader, closeted spirit junkie, dilettante photographer, amateur writer...

 

Frequently found huddled on my futon with my nose in a book --glass of wine in hand-- or playing in the Canadian Rockies, flask of wine in backpack.

 

I am neither a professional writer or an expert photographer;

I simply love both my hobbies and enjoy sharing them with kindred souls.

 

Quick disclaimer : I'm not a vulgar person but my vocabulary can be colourful.  My life and travels are R-rated and my website occasionally reflects that.

Be aware of some frank language.

(All my photos are PG, but please read blogs before sharing with kids).

 

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My Aunt Louise and Uncle Grant once asked me, ''So what's it like to travel the world?'' and I couldn't give them a gratifying answer. Overused words like awesome, cool and fun made my experiences sound trite. Posting photos of sights I’ve seen and friendships I've built is all good fun. But for me, traveling is more than the sum of its parts: it’s in the details.

 

My first time traveling out of the country was with my cousin Patrick. Touring Europe with him was a fun-filled, adventurous 6 weeks, until we waved goodbye in Frankfurt. Team Pat & Nat were done touring and partying and braving the world together. No one had my back now. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, despite Pat dancing goofily as my train pulled away. I felt like I would get mugged or struck by lightning as soon as  

I was *gasp* all by myself.

 

Despite my fears, I sucked it up and travelled alone for the next 9 months.

I was neither mugged nor struck by lightning.

 

My second travel year began shakily. Reeling from the end of an important relationship, I emptied out my beloved apartment, said goodbye to everyone I loved, and flew halfway across the planet on another solo trip. But I really didn’t feel  like tackling the world by myself. I was in full self-doubt mode.

 

Fully aware that most backpackers would be nearly half my age, I jumped into it head first. I simply don't know how else to do things.

 

My attempts at dissecting that original question, and at describing what globetrotting is really like for me, gave birth to Lotzacurls Around The World.

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Don't ever pack this much shit --
I look absolutely ridiculous!
I'm a much more efficient packer now. 
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Uncle Grant and Aunt Louise.
At their very best.
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Team Pat and Nat at Oktoberfest in Munich

To everyone and anyone who feels like they couldn’t possibly travel alone -

 these pages are for you, to convince you otherwise.

 

Happy travels, my friend. xx