Caitlin in her natural environment at Gullfoss, in Iceland
Hi, I’m Bones. I like long walks on the beach, Yoga in the wee hours of the morning, spending time with my dog, Woofy, and I have an incredible dinosaur bone collection, hence the ‘Bones’ nickname (not really).
Just as a precursor, I have a very dry, very sarcastic sense of humor. Don’t judge me, because baby I was born this way. I’m also not a fan of Lady Gaga.
Some of you may be asking yourselves, why ‘Bones’? And the answer is simple: that’s not a real nickname of mine. My name is Caitlin. Call me Caitlin, call me Cait, call my Toni, or call me Tones. But Bones? No thank you. Bones implies: A.) I have an affinity for skeletons, which we already established I do not. B.) I’m into something sexual that would make people (including me) blush or C.) I am nothing but skin and bones. Read more
Metro to Lisbon airport to pick up our awaiting chariot in the form of a Fiat Panda that’s about as aerodynamic and agile as a living room with wheels, filled with Oprah clones.
Bones: “When was the last time you drove stick?”
Me: “Three years ago.”
Bones: “Oh boy…” Read more
Hello, my name is Roam About Mike and I have a terrible secret: I’m a recovering travel dipper.
It’s true. I had a problem with the dip and I’m currently repairing my reputation of committing an even worse travel transgression, the double travel dip. Read more
Happy Halloween, dear readers.
I love all genres of horror: camp, schlock, slasher, gore, psychological thrillers — you name it, i’ve probably seen it (or own it).
I used to go over my friends’ house when I was a kid and we’d stay up late watching the likes of Killer Klowns from Outer Space, Nightbreed, Tremors, and Space Invaders. This was my hokey impression of horror movies until one faithful night when I was 12. Read more
…and I ain’t draw no good neither.
Looking at 2014, I’ve posted a measly four times.
“Slow and steady wins the race,” you say, to which I lovingly take you into my long wiry arms and stroke your hair: Shhh, sweet darling. Go to sleep now. Read more
The Bad: No beating around the bush — Jamaica is a poor nation (97th GDP/capita, out of 187) . The country’s economy has been on a rickety roller coaster since the 70’s resulting in high unemployment rates, inflation, unfinished or abandoned houses/shanties/infrastructure and a (current) dependency on tourism for a quarter of all jobs. It’s also a very violent country with a severe, legal anti-gay (read: lynch-mob) mentality, and the 6th highest murder rate in the world. Read more
I realized the other day, as I was writing a Japanese-flavored article for a local mag, that I never wrote a blog post about Kyoto from my trip last year. Murmuring and grumbling, calling myself a lazy bastard, I suddenly remembered why I never completed a piece whilst rifling through the following photos Read more
I’m at the Delta gate in the Orlando Airport about to completely lose my shit. Plane’s delayed due to mechanical issues, and there are no fewer than 4 babies struggling with what can only be described, aurally, by having Axl Rose (now) trying to harmonize with a shrieking goat. Read more
Straight from my frosty travel log in Reykjavik:
No Coat, No Problem.
Flight from Columbus to Toronto on affiliate carrier Air Canada on a 1964 prop plane flown by Captain Red Baron – Check Read more