Thanks again for all the support!
You guys have been incredible. :)
The top 25 have been chosen by voting here
My video is at the top!
The six semifinalists will be announced on May 15th.
I will keep everyone posted!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
LAST DAY + Bollywood Travel Story
Well guys, we’ve made it to the LAST day!
Get your FINAL vote in now!
Tell everyone you know to get a final vote in! Think of all the good karma points you will earn. Help Team Sara finish strong. :)
By popular demand the final travel story is:
My Day as a Bollywood Extra
This is pretty much a direct re-post from my old blogs so please excuse the grammar. I remember I typing this on a wonky keyboard in a noisy Internet café.
Upon arrival in Mumbai I checked into a flea-bitten budget hotel in the backpacker ghetto. The front desk clerk took a good look at me and asked if I wanted to be a Bollywood extra. I was surprised and accepted the offer.
I left my hotel at 9:00am and did not return home until 3:00am.
I received three meals and bottomless tea was paid the equivalent of $20 USD.
A young man came by to collect me early in the morning. I met up with four other backpacker girls and we took a taxi/train/autorickshaw combination to get to the studio. We were already late so they rushed us into hair/makeup/wardrobe. I felt quite pampered with pretty a hairstyle and flattering makeup.
Wardrobe was a big problem for me because I am not a size super-tiny. I'm tall and very curvy. The wardrobe man brought out a small bag filled with black lingerie. All us girl were like "uhhhhhhhh". I tell you, I had to wear the skimpiest outfit of my life and I had to be SEWN INTO IT because the zipper would not go up. I felt so stupid.
The movie we were shooting is a slapstick comedy-Mobster film. The lead character (Carlos) was a Mob Boss and us five girls were his lady gang members. I think we looked more like prostitutes and he was our pimp!
Anyhow, we go to the set, which was an outdoor cemetery (not a real one - made up, there were tombstones for "George Bush" and "Pink Floyd"!). They informed me that they only needed the other four girls at the moment (an Australian, a Swiss girl and two Brits) and I could have a rest in shade.
There was an enormous stone chair/tombstone in the cemetery and Carlos sat on it like a king with the four girls draped around him. They spend about two hours filming with Carlos delivering dialogue and the four girls pretending to watch a television (yes, in the cemetery - and no, I don't understand why - I don't understand Hindi).
I was beginning to think that they had forgotten about me and I was feeling sad. Finally the director called me into the shot. I had to stand in the background with four goons/henchmen in Carlos' gang and look badass holding a gun. It was a REAL gun - a 8mm Beretta. I was not just a random Mob Girl - I was a Chick Bodyguard! I felt really happy.
The lead actor playing Carlos in the film is supposedly a huge star. His name was Jackie Shroff and he was really sweet. He kept asking if I needed anything and wanted to make sure I was okay. He asked where I was travelling and gave me a huge list of his friend's phone numbers in different parts of Southern India. He told me to call them and they would give me a place to stay. (I didn't think I'm going to call but the gesture was very thoughtful).
I had a gun-man who would take my gun away between takes. At one point Jackie asked if I wanted to fire it. I was like "Hell Yeah!”. The gun man loaded it with a blank bullet for me and I fired away. I scared everyone on the set - it was fun. :)
There was a costume change after dinner. I had to wear an even skimpier outfit. It basically was a bikini. I protested saying it was not flattering for my midsection. They told me it was a comedy film so it was okay. Grrr!
Actually at least seven people on the set (actors, stylists, crew members etc.) told me I had a great face for Bollywood and modelling in India. I just had to go jogging or to the gym and I'd be set since I had everything else needed (height, skin tone, body shape etc). I didn't feel offended by their comments - I just took it as a very nice compliment.
My big scene came later during the night portion of our shooting day. A rival gang leader (played by a very petite older male actor) gets into Carlos' face. He yells out "UNDERTAKER!" and I come charging up behind the gang leader. Carlos then yells, "Take him away!" and I drag him away as he kicks and screams. I am wearing high heels and in one take the heel broke off. It was funny.
Ok - I believe that was the point when I realized I was doing way more than a background actor should be doing. Most Westerners are hired for Bollywood films to sit in a cafe or walk around on the street. I was acting - (the director was telling me what face expression etc. I should be making). The other four girls just sat around on a chair. I actually moved around and was in different scenes.
All in all I had a fun time on the set learning about the Bollywood industry, meeting all sorts of people and experiencing new things. I liked having a personal hair and makeup person who would come over and touch me up between takes. There was also a tea man who kept coming around with delicious hot tea for me. I really hated the bloody skimpy outfits. That part really sucked.
The next day I was walking to the ferry dock to head to Elephanta Island. A man approached me asking if I wanted to be in Bollywood film that day. I declined because one day on set was enough for me!
Please vote it up people!
This is your final chance!
DO IT!
Pass this link on to everyone! http://besttraveljobever.com/ScifiSara
Get your FINAL vote in now!
Tell everyone you know to get a final vote in! Think of all the good karma points you will earn. Help Team Sara finish strong. :)
By popular demand the final travel story is:
My Day as a Bollywood Extra
This is pretty much a direct re-post from my old blogs so please excuse the grammar. I remember I typing this on a wonky keyboard in a noisy Internet café.
Upon arrival in Mumbai I checked into a flea-bitten budget hotel in the backpacker ghetto. The front desk clerk took a good look at me and asked if I wanted to be a Bollywood extra. I was surprised and accepted the offer.
I left my hotel at 9:00am and did not return home until 3:00am.
I received three meals and bottomless tea was paid the equivalent of $20 USD.
A young man came by to collect me early in the morning. I met up with four other backpacker girls and we took a taxi/train/autorickshaw combination to get to the studio. We were already late so they rushed us into hair/makeup/wardrobe. I felt quite pampered with pretty a hairstyle and flattering makeup.
Wardrobe was a big problem for me because I am not a size super-tiny. I'm tall and very curvy. The wardrobe man brought out a small bag filled with black lingerie. All us girl were like "uhhhhhhhh". I tell you, I had to wear the skimpiest outfit of my life and I had to be SEWN INTO IT because the zipper would not go up. I felt so stupid.
The movie we were shooting is a slapstick comedy-Mobster film. The lead character (Carlos) was a Mob Boss and us five girls were his lady gang members. I think we looked more like prostitutes and he was our pimp!
Anyhow, we go to the set, which was an outdoor cemetery (not a real one - made up, there were tombstones for "George Bush" and "Pink Floyd"!). They informed me that they only needed the other four girls at the moment (an Australian, a Swiss girl and two Brits) and I could have a rest in shade.
There was an enormous stone chair/tombstone in the cemetery and Carlos sat on it like a king with the four girls draped around him. They spend about two hours filming with Carlos delivering dialogue and the four girls pretending to watch a television (yes, in the cemetery - and no, I don't understand why - I don't understand Hindi).
I was beginning to think that they had forgotten about me and I was feeling sad. Finally the director called me into the shot. I had to stand in the background with four goons/henchmen in Carlos' gang and look badass holding a gun. It was a REAL gun - a 8mm Beretta. I was not just a random Mob Girl - I was a Chick Bodyguard! I felt really happy.
The lead actor playing Carlos in the film is supposedly a huge star. His name was Jackie Shroff and he was really sweet. He kept asking if I needed anything and wanted to make sure I was okay. He asked where I was travelling and gave me a huge list of his friend's phone numbers in different parts of Southern India. He told me to call them and they would give me a place to stay. (I didn't think I'm going to call but the gesture was very thoughtful).
I had a gun-man who would take my gun away between takes. At one point Jackie asked if I wanted to fire it. I was like "Hell Yeah!”. The gun man loaded it with a blank bullet for me and I fired away. I scared everyone on the set - it was fun. :)
There was a costume change after dinner. I had to wear an even skimpier outfit. It basically was a bikini. I protested saying it was not flattering for my midsection. They told me it was a comedy film so it was okay. Grrr!
Actually at least seven people on the set (actors, stylists, crew members etc.) told me I had a great face for Bollywood and modelling in India. I just had to go jogging or to the gym and I'd be set since I had everything else needed (height, skin tone, body shape etc). I didn't feel offended by their comments - I just took it as a very nice compliment.
My big scene came later during the night portion of our shooting day. A rival gang leader (played by a very petite older male actor) gets into Carlos' face. He yells out "UNDERTAKER!" and I come charging up behind the gang leader. Carlos then yells, "Take him away!" and I drag him away as he kicks and screams. I am wearing high heels and in one take the heel broke off. It was funny.
Ok - I believe that was the point when I realized I was doing way more than a background actor should be doing. Most Westerners are hired for Bollywood films to sit in a cafe or walk around on the street. I was acting - (the director was telling me what face expression etc. I should be making). The other four girls just sat around on a chair. I actually moved around and was in different scenes.
All in all I had a fun time on the set learning about the Bollywood industry, meeting all sorts of people and experiencing new things. I liked having a personal hair and makeup person who would come over and touch me up between takes. There was also a tea man who kept coming around with delicious hot tea for me. I really hated the bloody skimpy outfits. That part really sucked.
The next day I was walking to the ferry dock to head to Elephanta Island. A man approached me asking if I wanted to be in Bollywood film that day. I declined because one day on set was enough for me!
Please vote it up people!
This is your final chance!
DO IT!
Pass this link on to everyone! http://besttraveljobever.com/ScifiSara
Thursday, April 29, 2010
One day left + Sara Vs. the Anaconda
Hello travel enthusiasts!
The "Best Travel Job Ever" contest will be over Friday at midnight. Please vote today and tomorrow.
Do your Thursday daily vote here
Sara Vs. the Anaconda
I enjoy watching nature documentaries and have always been fascinated by anacondas. I planned an adventure trip to Venezuela to observe the world’s biggest (heaviest) snakes in the wild. My boyfriend (now husband) Daryl decided to come along and we organized a five day private trip with a German guy and three ladies from Spain.
Our group piled into a 4x4 truck and we drove smack dab to the centre of the Los Llanos region of Venezuela. Los Llanos is a grassland plains area, which turns into a wetland during the rainy season. We visited during the dry season so wildlife was easy to spot and congregated close to waterholes.
We slept outside on hammocks at a local farm and enjoyed their home cooking which included local delicacies like capybaras. Capybaras are the world’s largest rodent and look like enormous guinea pigs. I caught some piranhas in a nearby river with bits of chicken saved from my lunch and had a very tasty meal one evening.
Anacondas love the water and hide in the mud near waterholes in the dry season. Our wildlife guide had promised me an anaconda sighting for days and I was excited when the time came. We set off in the 4x4 with a couple local guys from the farm into the plains until we reached a promising waterhole.
The men exercised their anaconda tracking skills by wading in the mud and trying to scare out an anaconda with their rubber boots. They are quite proficient and have helped many National Geographic and Discovery film crews with anaconda documentaries. I was giddy with anticipation when a huge female snake was found and slithered out of the mud.
The wildlife guide asked if I wanted to hold her in a photo. I was surprised but could not miss my chance to get up close and personal with such a beautiful creature. The snake was over 5 metres longs and weighed 300+ pounds. It took a group of us to hoist her. Daryl and the Spanish ladies were very afraid and stayed a good number of paces back.
The snake had been acting fairly calm so the guide asked if I wanted to take a photo holding the snake’s jaws shut. I agreed without hesitation since I had travelled from Canada just for this encounter.
The wildlife guide handed her massive head over to me and I gripped down with my bare hands. I yelled for Daryl to quickly snap the photo. The snake took this opportunity to protest her capture and I almost lost my grip on her slippery body. She opened her mouth, let out a mighty hiss and bared her fangs. She lunged up and tried to bite my face. I was prepared for such an instance and held on tight as she thrashed about.
(the photo in my BTJE video was taken just as the snake lunged up so that’s why I have such a funny expression on my face)
The wildlife guide stepped in and grabbed the snake’s head away from me. He gently set it down and the snake peacefully returned into the waterhole.
The guide was quite impressed that I was brave and held my ground against the serpent. He said most people would have panicked and let go. If the fangs had connected with my face I would have required major plastic surgery - or even worse if she had hit my neck.
Daryl was way too concerned with my safety to snap proper photos of the encounter. Like Indiana Jones, Daryl hates snakes. I love them! We continued our trip in Venezuela checking out the Amazon, mountains and coastline. We encountered more snakes during the trip including a near miss with stepping on a deadly pit viper.
VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE
Thank you for voting today!
The "Best Travel Job Ever" contest will be over Friday at midnight. Please vote today and tomorrow.
Do your Thursday daily vote here
Sara Vs. the Anaconda
I enjoy watching nature documentaries and have always been fascinated by anacondas. I planned an adventure trip to Venezuela to observe the world’s biggest (heaviest) snakes in the wild. My boyfriend (now husband) Daryl decided to come along and we organized a five day private trip with a German guy and three ladies from Spain.
Our group piled into a 4x4 truck and we drove smack dab to the centre of the Los Llanos region of Venezuela. Los Llanos is a grassland plains area, which turns into a wetland during the rainy season. We visited during the dry season so wildlife was easy to spot and congregated close to waterholes.
We slept outside on hammocks at a local farm and enjoyed their home cooking which included local delicacies like capybaras. Capybaras are the world’s largest rodent and look like enormous guinea pigs. I caught some piranhas in a nearby river with bits of chicken saved from my lunch and had a very tasty meal one evening.
Anacondas love the water and hide in the mud near waterholes in the dry season. Our wildlife guide had promised me an anaconda sighting for days and I was excited when the time came. We set off in the 4x4 with a couple local guys from the farm into the plains until we reached a promising waterhole.
The men exercised their anaconda tracking skills by wading in the mud and trying to scare out an anaconda with their rubber boots. They are quite proficient and have helped many National Geographic and Discovery film crews with anaconda documentaries. I was giddy with anticipation when a huge female snake was found and slithered out of the mud.
The wildlife guide asked if I wanted to hold her in a photo. I was surprised but could not miss my chance to get up close and personal with such a beautiful creature. The snake was over 5 metres longs and weighed 300+ pounds. It took a group of us to hoist her. Daryl and the Spanish ladies were very afraid and stayed a good number of paces back.
The snake had been acting fairly calm so the guide asked if I wanted to take a photo holding the snake’s jaws shut. I agreed without hesitation since I had travelled from Canada just for this encounter.
The wildlife guide handed her massive head over to me and I gripped down with my bare hands. I yelled for Daryl to quickly snap the photo. The snake took this opportunity to protest her capture and I almost lost my grip on her slippery body. She opened her mouth, let out a mighty hiss and bared her fangs. She lunged up and tried to bite my face. I was prepared for such an instance and held on tight as she thrashed about.
(the photo in my BTJE video was taken just as the snake lunged up so that’s why I have such a funny expression on my face)
The wildlife guide stepped in and grabbed the snake’s head away from me. He gently set it down and the snake peacefully returned into the waterhole.
The guide was quite impressed that I was brave and held my ground against the serpent. He said most people would have panicked and let go. If the fangs had connected with my face I would have required major plastic surgery - or even worse if she had hit my neck.
Daryl was way too concerned with my safety to snap proper photos of the encounter. Like Indiana Jones, Daryl hates snakes. I love them! We continued our trip in Venezuela checking out the Amazon, mountains and coastline. We encountered more snakes during the trip including a near miss with stepping on a deadly pit viper.
VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE
Thank you for voting today!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
TWO more days+ Guest Starring in a Malawian Music Video
Have you done your daily vote for Wednesday?
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Keep up the momentum!
Have you ever appear in a music video against your will? This happened to me in Malawi. I met up with a cool British gal named Karen in Lilongwe and we decided to head to Nhakta Bay on Lake Malawi.
She heard Lake Malawi was renowned for fresh water scuba diving and had a reputation for being a cheap place to dive. I had originally planned to carry on through Malawi to Mozambique to take open water classes. The idea of learning to dive in a lake appealed to me so we set out in the early morning for Nhakta Bay.
We spent the day taking cramped and sweaty shared minibuses. At one point I had a basket full of chickens on my lap. I felt very bad for an older woman sitting beside me. I think she had bladder issues because she urinated several times in a bag during the trip and threw the liquid out the window.
We were relieved when we finally arrived at lakeside backpacker lodge. We walked into reception (which was also the bar) and noticed it was filled with young Malawian men wearing flashy clothing.
Before we had a chance to register several guys were asking Karen and I to dance in their hip-hop music video. Both of us were exhausted and just wanted to relax. They pleaded with us reconsider but we headed to the dorms instead.
The warm, clear lake water looked so inviting we decided to take a dip before having a nap.
The lake was heavenly and we splashed around enjoying the tranquility. This tranquility was short–lived because the music video shoot had moved down to beach. The rappers were onshore lip-synching and motioning to us in the water. Karen and I got quite annoyed and decided to return to the dorm. The cameras crew followed us leaving the water. On shore the rappers continued to sing and dance in our way as we left the beach area. It was surreal.
I really wish I saw the final cut of the music video!
VOTE VOTE VOTE!!!
Thanks for your continued support!
Go here and VOTE!
Keep up the momentum!
Have you ever appear in a music video against your will? This happened to me in Malawi. I met up with a cool British gal named Karen in Lilongwe and we decided to head to Nhakta Bay on Lake Malawi.
She heard Lake Malawi was renowned for fresh water scuba diving and had a reputation for being a cheap place to dive. I had originally planned to carry on through Malawi to Mozambique to take open water classes. The idea of learning to dive in a lake appealed to me so we set out in the early morning for Nhakta Bay.
We spent the day taking cramped and sweaty shared minibuses. At one point I had a basket full of chickens on my lap. I felt very bad for an older woman sitting beside me. I think she had bladder issues because she urinated several times in a bag during the trip and threw the liquid out the window.
We were relieved when we finally arrived at lakeside backpacker lodge. We walked into reception (which was also the bar) and noticed it was filled with young Malawian men wearing flashy clothing.
Before we had a chance to register several guys were asking Karen and I to dance in their hip-hop music video. Both of us were exhausted and just wanted to relax. They pleaded with us reconsider but we headed to the dorms instead.
The warm, clear lake water looked so inviting we decided to take a dip before having a nap.
The lake was heavenly and we splashed around enjoying the tranquility. This tranquility was short–lived because the music video shoot had moved down to beach. The rappers were onshore lip-synching and motioning to us in the water. Karen and I got quite annoyed and decided to return to the dorm. The cameras crew followed us leaving the water. On shore the rappers continued to sing and dance in our way as we left the beach area. It was surreal.
I really wish I saw the final cut of the music video!
VOTE VOTE VOTE!!!
Thanks for your continued support!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tuesday THREE day + Travel Triple-Threat
Good morning!
The BTJE contest will end on Friday at midnight. I need everyone to keep up the support for “Team Sara” to finish on top!
Do your Tuesday daily vote here
Challenge for today:
Encourage three new people to register and vote each day this week. You will win a super fantastic prize. The prize is a boost of good karma and a “get out of jail free” Monopoly card.
Ideas:
Sign up your spouse, girl/boyfriend, mistress, secret lover or dominatrix. Share the link at work with your co-workers, janitors, patients and customers. Get your siblings, parents, relatives, doppelganger and alt-dimensional version involved.
SARA IS THE TRAVEL TRIPLE-THREAT
1. Excellent communication skills
When I arrived in Viet Nam I was dropped off at a small home in a Vietnamese village. No one spoke English and I did not speak Vietnamese. I learned to communicate with hand gestures. The most important phrase I learnt was “Where is the bathroom?”. Second most important phrase was “What am I eating?”.
Sometimes I was better off not knowing. I was served interesting traditional dishes like a strong alcoholic drink made with crushed up wasp pieces. As time progressed my Vietnamese improved and I could carry out full conversations.
2. Good sense of direction
I love the thrill of being dropped off by a bus in the middle of busy city. It can be stressful trying to orientate oneself without clear street signs or landmarks. By taking public transport you get a better feel of the destination. I find the challenge exciting, enjoy engaging the locals and eventually find my way.
In remote Tanzania I couldn’t get a handle on their train system. Trains arrived and departed and different times than the posted train station schedule. I was quite frustrated and did not understand. I invited a train station manager to tea and he explained the mystery.
1:00 = 1 hour after sunrise
2:00 = 2 hours after sunrise
3:00 = 3 hours after sunrise
Once I understood the system it made catching trains mush easier!
3. Adventure Seeker
I’m a scuba diver, mountain hiker, camper, canoeist and wildlife trekker. I want to experience the unique, unusual and unknown. Seize the day and live in the now! I’m very open to going off my planned itinerary to check out interesting places along the way.
I never could have planned attending a Catholic Indian wedding at the tip of Southern India in Kanyakumari. I was passing by the church and was invited to be a guest by the father of the bride. The ceremony was lovely blend of East and Western traditions. The celebration continued with a display of Kalarippayattu martial arts in the street and a delicious banquet served on banana leaves. I was honoured to be a guest and wished the happy couple a long life with many children.
So today is Tuesday. Vote TODAY. Also vote on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Please help me win “The Best Travel Job Ever!”
Vote here
Thanks again for your support!
The BTJE contest will end on Friday at midnight. I need everyone to keep up the support for “Team Sara” to finish on top!
Do your Tuesday daily vote here
Challenge for today:
Encourage three new people to register and vote each day this week. You will win a super fantastic prize. The prize is a boost of good karma and a “get out of jail free” Monopoly card.
Ideas:
Sign up your spouse, girl/boyfriend, mistress, secret lover or dominatrix. Share the link at work with your co-workers, janitors, patients and customers. Get your siblings, parents, relatives, doppelganger and alt-dimensional version involved.
SARA IS THE TRAVEL TRIPLE-THREAT
1. Excellent communication skills
When I arrived in Viet Nam I was dropped off at a small home in a Vietnamese village. No one spoke English and I did not speak Vietnamese. I learned to communicate with hand gestures. The most important phrase I learnt was “Where is the bathroom?”. Second most important phrase was “What am I eating?”.
Sometimes I was better off not knowing. I was served interesting traditional dishes like a strong alcoholic drink made with crushed up wasp pieces. As time progressed my Vietnamese improved and I could carry out full conversations.
2. Good sense of direction
I love the thrill of being dropped off by a bus in the middle of busy city. It can be stressful trying to orientate oneself without clear street signs or landmarks. By taking public transport you get a better feel of the destination. I find the challenge exciting, enjoy engaging the locals and eventually find my way.
In remote Tanzania I couldn’t get a handle on their train system. Trains arrived and departed and different times than the posted train station schedule. I was quite frustrated and did not understand. I invited a train station manager to tea and he explained the mystery.
1:00 = 1 hour after sunrise
2:00 = 2 hours after sunrise
3:00 = 3 hours after sunrise
Once I understood the system it made catching trains mush easier!
3. Adventure Seeker
I’m a scuba diver, mountain hiker, camper, canoeist and wildlife trekker. I want to experience the unique, unusual and unknown. Seize the day and live in the now! I’m very open to going off my planned itinerary to check out interesting places along the way.
I never could have planned attending a Catholic Indian wedding at the tip of Southern India in Kanyakumari. I was passing by the church and was invited to be a guest by the father of the bride. The ceremony was lovely blend of East and Western traditions. The celebration continued with a display of Kalarippayattu martial arts in the street and a delicious banquet served on banana leaves. I was honoured to be a guest and wished the happy couple a long life with many children.
So today is Tuesday. Vote TODAY. Also vote on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Please help me win “The Best Travel Job Ever!”
Vote here
Thanks again for your support!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Four votes + Four Elements of Travel
It's Monday morning, time for your daily vote!
We are down to the Fab Four days of voting.
Daily vote here
I’m hoping for a strong finish in first place. Let’s make it happen!
Four elements of “Sara Style” traveling:
WATER: Bring iodine tablets to purify sketchy water. You may be caught somewhere without access to clean water. My bus in Zambia broke down for few hours and I was stuck in the wilderness. I dipped my Nalgene bottle in the river to quench my thirst.
AIR: Only bring one carry-on bag. This will drastically reduce time spent in an airport. I love getting off the plane and heading straight through to the immigration counter. Lost luggage can ruin any holiday. Plus the smaller the bag, their easier it will be to carry on public transport.
EARTH: No one wants to be stinky while traveling. Bring durable fast-dry clothing and a travel clothesline. Scrub dirt away with all-purpose liquid travel soap and hang to dry overnight.
FIRE – Never leave home without a good headlamp! Power outages overseas can be quite common. It is also good hostel etiquette to use a headlamp if you have an early morning start. I sure don’t appreciate people turning on the hostel room lights at 3:00am.
Keep up the good work guys!
VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE!
Thank you all!!!
We are down to the Fab Four days of voting.
Daily vote here
I’m hoping for a strong finish in first place. Let’s make it happen!
Four elements of “Sara Style” traveling:
WATER: Bring iodine tablets to purify sketchy water. You may be caught somewhere without access to clean water. My bus in Zambia broke down for few hours and I was stuck in the wilderness. I dipped my Nalgene bottle in the river to quench my thirst.
AIR: Only bring one carry-on bag. This will drastically reduce time spent in an airport. I love getting off the plane and heading straight through to the immigration counter. Lost luggage can ruin any holiday. Plus the smaller the bag, their easier it will be to carry on public transport.
EARTH: No one wants to be stinky while traveling. Bring durable fast-dry clothing and a travel clothesline. Scrub dirt away with all-purpose liquid travel soap and hang to dry overnight.
FIRE – Never leave home without a good headlamp! Power outages overseas can be quite common. It is also good hostel etiquette to use a headlamp if you have an early morning start. I sure don’t appreciate people turning on the hostel room lights at 3:00am.
Keep up the good work guys!
VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE!
Thank you all!!!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Voting Five-O + How does Sara afford to travel?
Only five days left in the BTJE contest!
Daily vote here CLICK
Help me from slipping into second place. VOTE!
Voting Five-O! Top Five Reasons to vote today:
5. Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher
4. Everyone loves mail! All hardworking supporters will get a postcard.
3. You will earn good karma.
2. I will be indebted to you. Building a deck? Moving? Drinking buddy?
1. To support a super-enthusiast backpacker who’ll capture the essence of adventure in her videoblogs.
People often ask me – how do I afford traveling?
I’ve made traveling the number one priority in my life. Most of my income goes towards my trips. I don’t have children or pets, own a car, house, fancy wardrobe or substantial retirement savings. Many people say they will travel when they are older but I want to see the world when I am young and healthy.
Luck did not play a factor. I have worked hard my entire life to make my traveling dreams come true.
I prefer to visit countries where the Canadian dollar can be stretched like Malawi, Peru and Indonesia. I have seen very little of Europe due to their high prices. I can get a hotel room in India for less than $3 US! The biggest obstacle is the flight so I keep my eye out for deals over eight months ahead of the trip.
The “Best Travel Job Ever” contest offers me a chance to be paid to visit exotic places. Wow! I’m even more excited about videoblogging and sharing the experience. I actively campaign for my friends, family and co-workers to take a chance on their next holiday and choose a destination other than a resort-farm. Thank you all for supporting me in this quest!
I’m doing everything I can to get the word out. Send me a message if you have any promotion ideas for the final days of the contest. I’m open to any suggestions!
Vote it up!
Daily vote here CLICK
Help me from slipping into second place. VOTE!
Voting Five-O! Top Five Reasons to vote today:
5. Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher
4. Everyone loves mail! All hardworking supporters will get a postcard.
3. You will earn good karma.
2. I will be indebted to you. Building a deck? Moving? Drinking buddy?
1. To support a super-enthusiast backpacker who’ll capture the essence of adventure in her videoblogs.
People often ask me – how do I afford traveling?
I’ve made traveling the number one priority in my life. Most of my income goes towards my trips. I don’t have children or pets, own a car, house, fancy wardrobe or substantial retirement savings. Many people say they will travel when they are older but I want to see the world when I am young and healthy.
Luck did not play a factor. I have worked hard my entire life to make my traveling dreams come true.
I prefer to visit countries where the Canadian dollar can be stretched like Malawi, Peru and Indonesia. I have seen very little of Europe due to their high prices. I can get a hotel room in India for less than $3 US! The biggest obstacle is the flight so I keep my eye out for deals over eight months ahead of the trip.
The “Best Travel Job Ever” contest offers me a chance to be paid to visit exotic places. Wow! I’m even more excited about videoblogging and sharing the experience. I actively campaign for my friends, family and co-workers to take a chance on their next holiday and choose a destination other than a resort-farm. Thank you all for supporting me in this quest!
I’m doing everything I can to get the word out. Send me a message if you have any promotion ideas for the final days of the contest. I’m open to any suggestions!
Vote it up!
Friday, April 23, 2010
SEVEN DAYS + SEVEN VOTES and a Secret Travel Tip!
Good morning Team Sara!
There is only one week left in “The Best Travel Job Ever” contest!
Daily vote here
I’m still sitting in first place, but not by many votes. The competition is fierce!
Thanks for your support in the previous weeks and this week you guys have got to go all out! It’s do or time die time…
Canadians – how’d you like a free $500 Air Canada travel voucher? Vote daily and you cold win one!
Everyone - how’d you like a postcard from an exotic location? All my hardworking supporters (much gratitude) will get one!
SEVEN DAYS – SEVEN VOTES
VOTE!!!
Spread the word– join Team Sara!
Earn +175638 good karma points every day you vote. Guaranteed.
Important travel tip you won’t see in a guidebook:
When traveling on a sketchy bus or train, tie your hair back and wear a hat/scarf. Lice loves stray strands of hair and will grab hold if you leave your hair long and flowing. They find it difficult to latch onto tightly tied back hair.
I learned this lesson the hard way in Cambodia. Holy itchy Batman! Imagine visiting a pharmacy and miming out “bugs in my hair” to the counter staff. They did not understand and tried to give me hair bleach. I left and wandered into a small corner shop. I found a bottle written in Cambodian with a picture of an insect crying. I bought the strange bottle and shampooed several times with it. The lice went away in a few days.
So get on over to the website every day until May 1st and VOTE VOTE VOTE!
(tell everyone to go here)
There is only one week left in “The Best Travel Job Ever” contest!
Daily vote here
I’m still sitting in first place, but not by many votes. The competition is fierce!
Thanks for your support in the previous weeks and this week you guys have got to go all out! It’s do or time die time…
Canadians – how’d you like a free $500 Air Canada travel voucher? Vote daily and you cold win one!
Everyone - how’d you like a postcard from an exotic location? All my hardworking supporters (much gratitude) will get one!
SEVEN DAYS – SEVEN VOTES
VOTE!!!
Spread the word– join Team Sara!
Earn +175638 good karma points every day you vote. Guaranteed.
Important travel tip you won’t see in a guidebook:
When traveling on a sketchy bus or train, tie your hair back and wear a hat/scarf. Lice loves stray strands of hair and will grab hold if you leave your hair long and flowing. They find it difficult to latch onto tightly tied back hair.
I learned this lesson the hard way in Cambodia. Holy itchy Batman! Imagine visiting a pharmacy and miming out “bugs in my hair” to the counter staff. They did not understand and tried to give me hair bleach. I left and wandered into a small corner shop. I found a bottle written in Cambodian with a picture of an insect crying. I bought the strange bottle and shampooed several times with it. The lice went away in a few days.
So get on over to the website every day until May 1st and VOTE VOTE VOTE!
(tell everyone to go here)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Weekly Update #4
Only 11 more days of voting.
Please do your daily vote
Thanks again to everyone who have been helping me get the word out though email, twitter and facebook. You guys are awesome and I have endless gratitude!
The support is paying off and I am still in first place. ☺
Feel free to leave a comment on my video entry place. There have been some interesting ones lately…
Ever thought about taking an African Safari? You don’t need to spend big bucks in South Africa or Tanzania. My favourite place for wildlife viewing is in Etosha National Park. The park is located in northwestern Namibia and is dominated by a salt pan desert. In the dry season a huge number of animals congregate around 50+ waterholes.
I booked a small tour with two British gals, a guide and a driver. We spent four days camping and driving around the park in a small jeep. The meals were delicious and I ate barbequed kudu, ostrich, oryx and beef. Namibians love their meat!
There are security fences around the campsite areas to keep dangerous animals out. Smaller animals can still get through like warthogs, honey badgers and jackals. Jackals are scavengers and hang around campfires looking for scraps. The campground gets quite dark at night and sometimes they pop out of nowhere howling at people. I was startled quite a few times!
Sleeping was challenging at first since animals like warthogs were constantly investigating my tent during the night. I also woke up numerous times by roaring lions right behind the campsite fence.
Campers need to be cautious of scorpions. Scorpions enjoy hiding in sleeping bags, shoes and underneath tents. I saw many scurrying about and stayed out of their way.
One camp was situated around a large waterhole. A huge viewing platform was constructed so campers could sit with a cold beverage watching the animals. Black Rhinoceros are endangered and difficult to see in the wild. I was lucky and saw a large family group of eight rhinos arrive at the waterhole. When big predators like lions visit all the other animals scatter. I felt bad for one skittish giraffe who’d been trying to work up the nerve to drink for 30+ minutes before being frightened away.
A very funny thing happened to our group while on a game drive. We spotted three cheetahs lazing in the grass 25 metres away from the road. The driver turned off the engine as not to frighten them. After some time observing them it was time for us to move on. The engine would not start! This had happened the day before at a gas station and we had to push start it.
So very carefully we got out of the jeep preparing to push. All of a sudden the Cheetahs stood up and started to move around. The guide frantically shouted "GET IN! GET IN!" and we all dove back into the jeep mission impossible style with out hearts pounding.
The Cheetahs were not interested in eating us for lunch and ran off in the other direction. It was an exhilarating moment.
We eventually got the jeep push started and carried on with the afternoon game drive.
I loved camping and I went shopping for a tent when the safari was over. It was cumbersome to carry a tent with my backpack for the next few months in Africa but worth it for my budget, privacy and a closer connection with nature.
Vote vote vote!
Oh and if you missed my Youtube support video from last week check it out here
Please do your daily vote
Thanks again to everyone who have been helping me get the word out though email, twitter and facebook. You guys are awesome and I have endless gratitude!
The support is paying off and I am still in first place. ☺
Feel free to leave a comment on my video entry place. There have been some interesting ones lately…
Ever thought about taking an African Safari? You don’t need to spend big bucks in South Africa or Tanzania. My favourite place for wildlife viewing is in Etosha National Park. The park is located in northwestern Namibia and is dominated by a salt pan desert. In the dry season a huge number of animals congregate around 50+ waterholes.
I booked a small tour with two British gals, a guide and a driver. We spent four days camping and driving around the park in a small jeep. The meals were delicious and I ate barbequed kudu, ostrich, oryx and beef. Namibians love their meat!
There are security fences around the campsite areas to keep dangerous animals out. Smaller animals can still get through like warthogs, honey badgers and jackals. Jackals are scavengers and hang around campfires looking for scraps. The campground gets quite dark at night and sometimes they pop out of nowhere howling at people. I was startled quite a few times!
Sleeping was challenging at first since animals like warthogs were constantly investigating my tent during the night. I also woke up numerous times by roaring lions right behind the campsite fence.
Campers need to be cautious of scorpions. Scorpions enjoy hiding in sleeping bags, shoes and underneath tents. I saw many scurrying about and stayed out of their way.
One camp was situated around a large waterhole. A huge viewing platform was constructed so campers could sit with a cold beverage watching the animals. Black Rhinoceros are endangered and difficult to see in the wild. I was lucky and saw a large family group of eight rhinos arrive at the waterhole. When big predators like lions visit all the other animals scatter. I felt bad for one skittish giraffe who’d been trying to work up the nerve to drink for 30+ minutes before being frightened away.
A very funny thing happened to our group while on a game drive. We spotted three cheetahs lazing in the grass 25 metres away from the road. The driver turned off the engine as not to frighten them. After some time observing them it was time for us to move on. The engine would not start! This had happened the day before at a gas station and we had to push start it.
So very carefully we got out of the jeep preparing to push. All of a sudden the Cheetahs stood up and started to move around. The guide frantically shouted "GET IN! GET IN!" and we all dove back into the jeep mission impossible style with out hearts pounding.
The Cheetahs were not interested in eating us for lunch and ran off in the other direction. It was an exhilarating moment.
We eventually got the jeep push started and carried on with the afternoon game drive.
I loved camping and I went shopping for a tent when the safari was over. It was cumbersome to carry a tent with my backpack for the next few months in Africa but worth it for my budget, privacy and a closer connection with nature.
Vote vote vote!
Oh and if you missed my Youtube support video from last week check it out here
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Weekly Update #3
Guess what? I’m in first place! Go Team Sara!
Vote here!– keep me in the Number One spot.
Thanks to all who have taken the time to help promote my entry on your Twitter and Facebook accounts. I cannot express my gratitude enough.
It was suggested I make a second support video to get more of my personality out there. So I did! I’ve also included a short travel story.
Check it out on Youtube here
Extra Sara travel adventure of the week:
I took my first solo trip to Egypt. I had always been intrigued by Ancient Egyptian civilization and becoming an Egyptologist was my original goal when I entered university.
I stopped in the resort town of Hurghada to squeeze in some Red Sea snorkeling. Hurghada was a sleazy tourist trap but it gave me a break from sand and temples. The vast majority of tourists were Russian and I was in the minority as an English speaker.
After a day of snorkeling, vans came to the dock to take passengers back to their hotels. The trip ran long and my bus to Cairo was scheduled to leave shortly. I felt a bit nervous but thought I still had plenty of time to catch my bus.
Before entering the van I showed the driver my hotel business card (with the address in Arabic) and he nodded his head. I sat in the back of the van and multitudes of Russian holiday-makers filled the seats. It was quite loud with incessant Russian chattering and the radio blaring the latest Arabic pop music.
The van drove for quite awhile and dropped Russians off at their various hotels. I was not familiar with the town and patiently waiting to see the façade of my hotel.
When the van was almost empty I started to panic. Where was my hotel? It shouldn’t take this long. Where is the driver going?
I was at the very back of the van and tried yelling out to the driver. He did not understand English and waved his hand.
The van turned into the open desert. It was just the driver, one Russian couple and myself. I continued to try to get the driver’s attention but he ignored me and turned up the music.
The van drove for about 20 minutes and arrived at a gaudy Russian resort hotel. The Russian couple exited the van and the driver motioned for me to leave. I shook my head and gave him the hotel business card again.
The driver’s face turned bright red and he exploded at me in Arabic. He continued to motion for me to leave the van and I refused. We started attracting the attention of the Russian resort security staff and the driver looked a bit nervous. He closed the van door and we started back out in the desert.
I felt relief thinking he was finally going to take me to the correct hotel. The driver had other plans.
He drove me to a random spot in the desert behind some sand dunes and told me to get out . The sun was blazing hot. I had no water or a map and was wearing flip-flops.
There had been a tourist bombing in a sister resort town a few days earlier and tension were high. I had seen men with machine guns riding atop camels roaming around in the area. I knew it was not safe for me to be wandering around along a random desert road.
I was not so concerned about catching the Cairo bus anymore – I was getting afraid for my life.
The man was quite aggressive in trying to get me to leave his van. There was no possible way I was leaving my seat. Just when I thought he was going to start pulling me out by my feet – he relented. I thought it was a miracle.
He got back into the van and drove me to my hotel. The driver got out and started yelling at the hotel manager.
I had arrived at the hotel with a few minutes before my bus to Cairo left. I did not want to spend a second night in this horrible town. I grabbed my backpack and got to the bus station just as the bus was pulling away. Luckily, my flailing arms caught the bus driver’s eye and he stopped to let me aboard.
This experience taught me to excessively pester drivers to ensure they understand where I want to go. I was too polite and should have made my hotel location more clearly from the beginning of the journey.
You can vote daily until April 30 – 17 days left
Vote here!
Remember Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher.
Vote here!– keep me in the Number One spot.
Thanks to all who have taken the time to help promote my entry on your Twitter and Facebook accounts. I cannot express my gratitude enough.
It was suggested I make a second support video to get more of my personality out there. So I did! I’ve also included a short travel story.
Check it out on Youtube here
Extra Sara travel adventure of the week:
I took my first solo trip to Egypt. I had always been intrigued by Ancient Egyptian civilization and becoming an Egyptologist was my original goal when I entered university.
I stopped in the resort town of Hurghada to squeeze in some Red Sea snorkeling. Hurghada was a sleazy tourist trap but it gave me a break from sand and temples. The vast majority of tourists were Russian and I was in the minority as an English speaker.
After a day of snorkeling, vans came to the dock to take passengers back to their hotels. The trip ran long and my bus to Cairo was scheduled to leave shortly. I felt a bit nervous but thought I still had plenty of time to catch my bus.
Before entering the van I showed the driver my hotel business card (with the address in Arabic) and he nodded his head. I sat in the back of the van and multitudes of Russian holiday-makers filled the seats. It was quite loud with incessant Russian chattering and the radio blaring the latest Arabic pop music.
The van drove for quite awhile and dropped Russians off at their various hotels. I was not familiar with the town and patiently waiting to see the façade of my hotel.
When the van was almost empty I started to panic. Where was my hotel? It shouldn’t take this long. Where is the driver going?
I was at the very back of the van and tried yelling out to the driver. He did not understand English and waved his hand.
The van turned into the open desert. It was just the driver, one Russian couple and myself. I continued to try to get the driver’s attention but he ignored me and turned up the music.
The van drove for about 20 minutes and arrived at a gaudy Russian resort hotel. The Russian couple exited the van and the driver motioned for me to leave. I shook my head and gave him the hotel business card again.
The driver’s face turned bright red and he exploded at me in Arabic. He continued to motion for me to leave the van and I refused. We started attracting the attention of the Russian resort security staff and the driver looked a bit nervous. He closed the van door and we started back out in the desert.
I felt relief thinking he was finally going to take me to the correct hotel. The driver had other plans.
He drove me to a random spot in the desert behind some sand dunes and told me to get out . The sun was blazing hot. I had no water or a map and was wearing flip-flops.
There had been a tourist bombing in a sister resort town a few days earlier and tension were high. I had seen men with machine guns riding atop camels roaming around in the area. I knew it was not safe for me to be wandering around along a random desert road.
I was not so concerned about catching the Cairo bus anymore – I was getting afraid for my life.
The man was quite aggressive in trying to get me to leave his van. There was no possible way I was leaving my seat. Just when I thought he was going to start pulling me out by my feet – he relented. I thought it was a miracle.
He got back into the van and drove me to my hotel. The driver got out and started yelling at the hotel manager.
I had arrived at the hotel with a few minutes before my bus to Cairo left. I did not want to spend a second night in this horrible town. I grabbed my backpack and got to the bus station just as the bus was pulling away. Luckily, my flailing arms caught the bus driver’s eye and he stopped to let me aboard.
This experience taught me to excessively pester drivers to ensure they understand where I want to go. I was too polite and should have made my hotel location more clearly from the beginning of the journey.
You can vote daily until April 30 – 17 days left
Vote here!
Remember Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Hello supporters!
I’m floating around in the top five. Thank you for your daily votes! Continue to vote daily and hopefully I’ll push through to number one!
Vote vote vote…
Want to help more? Get the word out! Tell everyone on your Facebook, Twitter, blog, sewing circle, bobsled team, Jar Jar Binks fan club etc.
Sara Travel Adventure of the week:
My second home is a tiny house in rural Vietnam. I lived with a loving host family while participating in a volunteer international development program.
I came home from my work placement to a horror scene. My host father was outside with a huge grey creature. I walked closer and realized my father was skinning the family dog.
I felt a bit woosy from the dog blood and decided to take a nap while the animal was being chopped up. I had played a game of catch with the dog earlier that morning!
My family did not have electricity or refrigeration so the whole dog needed to be eaten that night. We had a big party with the neighbours and the dog was served everyway imaginable: fried dog, BBQ dog, stirfried dog, stewed dog, dog sausage, dog intestines, dog bone marrow etc.
Even worse was the fermented shrimp paste dipping sauce “mam tom” which is so pungent it was nicknamed “Vietnamese tear gas” by Americans GIs during the war.
There was nothing else offered during this feast, not even rice. My family gleeful looked on as I was given everything to try. I love them and could not offend or disappoint them. When I travel I respect tradition and embrace local experiences.
I later found out that the family dog had stopped eating for a few days so they decided to eat him before he died naturally. Inside the stomach my father found chewed up bits of styrofoam which must have been poisoning him.
My first time eating dog meat was traumatic but it was not my last. Our family dog was getting old so his meat was not very good. Since then I’ve been served dog meat countless times while living in and visiting Viet Nam.. It is definitely not my meat of choice but young puppies are much more tender and palatable. Hungry?
You can vote daily until April 30 – 24 days left
Vote here!
Remember Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher.
I’m floating around in the top five. Thank you for your daily votes! Continue to vote daily and hopefully I’ll push through to number one!
Vote vote vote…
Want to help more? Get the word out! Tell everyone on your Facebook, Twitter, blog, sewing circle, bobsled team, Jar Jar Binks fan club etc.
Sara Travel Adventure of the week:
My second home is a tiny house in rural Vietnam. I lived with a loving host family while participating in a volunteer international development program.
I came home from my work placement to a horror scene. My host father was outside with a huge grey creature. I walked closer and realized my father was skinning the family dog.
I felt a bit woosy from the dog blood and decided to take a nap while the animal was being chopped up. I had played a game of catch with the dog earlier that morning!
My family did not have electricity or refrigeration so the whole dog needed to be eaten that night. We had a big party with the neighbours and the dog was served everyway imaginable: fried dog, BBQ dog, stirfried dog, stewed dog, dog sausage, dog intestines, dog bone marrow etc.
Even worse was the fermented shrimp paste dipping sauce “mam tom” which is so pungent it was nicknamed “Vietnamese tear gas” by Americans GIs during the war.
There was nothing else offered during this feast, not even rice. My family gleeful looked on as I was given everything to try. I love them and could not offend or disappoint them. When I travel I respect tradition and embrace local experiences.
I later found out that the family dog had stopped eating for a few days so they decided to eat him before he died naturally. Inside the stomach my father found chewed up bits of styrofoam which must have been poisoning him.
My first time eating dog meat was traumatic but it was not my last. Our family dog was getting old so his meat was not very good. Since then I’ve been served dog meat countless times while living in and visiting Viet Nam.. It is definitely not my meat of choice but young puppies are much more tender and palatable. Hungry?
You can vote daily until April 30 – 24 days left
Vote here!
Remember Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Weekly update
Website Link
I’m currently in 8th place and climbing! Last night a clip of my video was shown on Global Calgary news. I’m very happy my entry is getting so much exposure.
Have you issued your daily vote yet?
Once registered it just takes a click! ☺
Vote here
Sara travel adventure of the week:
I spent almost two weeks camping on a small island in the Zambezi River (Zambia). Hippopotamus, giraffe and ubiquitous crocodiles surrounded the area and my tiny tent. I had brought a supply of food from a village prior to embarking to the island. I decided to cook the last of my potatoes for lunch. My stomach rumbled in anticipation of the hearty meal. As the potatoes were boiling I left for a few moments to collect branches for firewood. I returned to a crime scene.
My pot was overturned with hot water was spilt on the sandy ground. The potatoes were gone. Who was the thief? There were only four people on the island and I was alone camping on the southern side.
I heard chattering coming from the trees. Up sat a troop of cheeky Ververt monkeys happily munching on my potatoes. I shook my fist up in anger. I had no lunch that day. They certainly made a monkey out of me!
You can vote daily until April 30th.
Vote here
Remember Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher.
I’m currently in 8th place and climbing! Last night a clip of my video was shown on Global Calgary news. I’m very happy my entry is getting so much exposure.
Have you issued your daily vote yet?
Once registered it just takes a click! ☺
Vote here
Sara travel adventure of the week:
I spent almost two weeks camping on a small island in the Zambezi River (Zambia). Hippopotamus, giraffe and ubiquitous crocodiles surrounded the area and my tiny tent. I had brought a supply of food from a village prior to embarking to the island. I decided to cook the last of my potatoes for lunch. My stomach rumbled in anticipation of the hearty meal. As the potatoes were boiling I left for a few moments to collect branches for firewood. I returned to a crime scene.
My pot was overturned with hot water was spilt on the sandy ground. The potatoes were gone. Who was the thief? There were only four people on the island and I was alone camping on the southern side.
I heard chattering coming from the trees. Up sat a troop of cheeky Ververt monkeys happily munching on my potatoes. I shook my fist up in anger. I had no lunch that day. They certainly made a monkey out of me!
You can vote daily until April 30th.
Vote here
Remember Canadians could win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Sara for The Best Travel Job Ever
I love traveling and I've backpacked to over 50 different countries. My life has been shaped by exploring the world and gaining understanding from different cultures.
The contest the "Best Travel Job Ever" is my chance to share my adventures with the public. I'm committed to making the most interesting, exciting and informative travel blogs. Please visit the contest website and vote for me:
Check out my video here!
Thank you for your support and you can vote daily for me.
If you are Canadian each vote earns you an entry to win a $500 Air Canada travel voucher through Flight Centre.
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