I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook and I think that is the same for many people.  I notice that from time to time people will take a break from Facebook and suddenly it is as if they have disappeared off the face of the planet.  Others will be super vigilant with their Facebook settings and will have such high privacy barriers that all you see is their profile picture – and this is probably a good thing.

The fact is that Facebook is so dominant now in our society and so much of what we do, say, buy or feel can be linked to articles that we have read or shared on Facebook.

The reason for my current interest is that I just went through some Facebook training (yes there is such a thing and it does not revolve around how to post a selfie).  The statistics were quite surprising.  62% of people use Facebook to check out local restaurants, small businesses and local events.  Facebook users check their newsfeed an average of 11 times a day!  Wow!

A recent conference I went to featured Facebook as a stress break for workers during the day.  It’s like the new smoke break.  Working on a tight timeline?  Getting stressed out.  Take a couple of minutes break to check Facebook and then return to that cost analysis feeling de-stressed and revived.


Hmmmm.  Do you agree?  Does that really work?

Being in the travel industry Facebook is very important to me.  I follow Facebook pages of my various suppliers which are usually closed groups where they can advise us of special offers coming up and a forum to share problems and resolve issues with their representatives.  It can sometimes be a quick and effective way to get something done – maybe quicker than a phone call.  It is also an interesting platform to keep up to date with trends in the travel industry and see what people who are out there travelling really think of the tour / cruise / hotel.  Just recently I read an interesting article of how Medellin in Colombia is re-inventing itself.  It was on Facebook so it was a quick read and it was there – front and centre on my feed.  I doubt if I would have picked up a magazine and read that.  Private groups on Facebook are a great way of sharing advice with colleagues as well as having a shoulder to cry on when retail fatigue sets in.


So those are all the things I love about Facebook.

What about the thing I hate most about Facebook?

Those posts where you are expected to share it otherwise you are a bad person – usually prefaced by “I know 98% of my friends won’t post this to their facebook” …. Aaaargh – don’t do that to me.

only my true friends facebook

Those posts about what level of Candy Crush you have reached.

And the fact that – yes – my innate sense of curiosity and noseyness means that I am one of those 11 times per day newsfeed checkers.

And I must admit – I also check how many people like my Travel Lady Facebook page and I am thrilled to see new likes – because it means that somebody out there is listening!





I know that this TV series which was aired on National Geographic had a lot of fans – myself included.  Unfortunately the series has been pulled because of some rights violations so now we will no longer be able to sit in our lounges and pass judgment on people who are “pulled over” going through customs and immigration.

You know how it goes “There you go… I knew she looked edgy” …. Or “You see – I knew he was lying” … yep – my kids hate watching TV with me and having to put up with a running commentary.  (Below follows a message from my kids).

talking meme

Being in the travel industry it is just so interesting to see behind the scenes at Canada’s major airports and how people are questioned.  It also has made me quite neurotic about filling in the proper information on my customs form when I return to Canada.

I keep a note of all purchases and also keep the receipts and even if I have bought an item of clothing which I have already worn I still declare it.  Really I am not a huge shopper so I never exceed the limit but it has certainly made me more conscious of what I buy.  So on my flight home I sit down with a piece of paper and make a note of all my purchases in Euros or whatever currency I spent and then convert out to Canadian so I have a total of what I have spent.  I keep this note handy so if the customs officer asks me what I spent the money on or what I bought then I give him my list.

So why do I still feel guilty?

Maybe it is something to do with having watched the TV series.  Standing in a line up after a long international flight it is a bit daunting when you are finally at that painted line on the floor waiting for the next officer.  And all I have are some t-shirts and the odd dress and some chocolates or candy for the girls in the office.

So why do I still feel guilty?

I can’t imagine how someone would feel who was actually smuggling something in that they shouldn’t.  Remember that scene in Midnight Express – oh my goodness – I would be shaking like a leaf.

midnight express

Apart from the usual suspects (drugs and alcohol), people have tried to smuggle in the weirdest things – like lizards!  Yes, 6 baby lizards to be exact, smuggled into Canada by some guy in the pocket of his hoodie.  Yep – he was caught and fined $6000.   A lot of the confiscated goods at customs are food items (and we always see that on Border Security).   I can’t quite see myself smuggling in chicken wings or fish cakes or even a human skull (yes someone was caught with one of these in her bag).

So I will keep making my lists on the flight and declare everything I buy and try not to look too shifty when I pass through customs – and try not to feel guilty.

guilty meme

Where did you get that accent?

Accents are really funny things.  Even a small country like England will have very different accents depending on whether you come from the South, close to London or up in the Midlands.

Canada is the same – especially with the Maritimes.  When I first came to Canada I kept asking people if they came from Ireland.  They were puzzled and replied “No – I come from Newfoundland.”  Well – they sounded very Irish to me!
newfie joke

Sometimes however accents can really surprise you.  I was strolling around the market in Jodhpur, India a couple of years ago.  Narrow lanes filled with people, noises, smells, shouting and yet somehow a harmony throughout the whole thing.

Jodphur market 2

Naturally being a group of North American tourists we were prime targets for wily salespeople and after a week or so in India we were all becoming a bit immune to this.  But then I was approached by a young girl with literally hundreds of bead necklaces offering a handful of these for a few rupees – next to nothing in our money.   She had such a sweet smile and although the other ladies in our group waved her away with a smile I weakened and looked at her beads.  They were rather pretty.  A lot like many of the African beads that would be sold in the markets of Swaziland where I had made my home before coming to Canada.  So therefore they were not a novelty to me. But she was persistent and kept smiling.

Then she starting speaking and I stopped in my tracks.  My goodness me – was that a tinge of Yorkshire accent that I was detecting?  Or could it be Manchester?  How very strange!

“Where are you from?” I asked – which was a bit of a stupid question seeing as she was selling beads in a market in Jodhpur dressed in a kurti.  Really Lesley – sometimes I wonder.

But she gave me a dimpled smile and said (with that characteristic Indian head bobble) “I come from right here in Jodhpur, Ma’am”.

But I wasn’t satisfied and wanted to dig further.  I asked her if she had ever been to England – no she hadn’t.  Perhaps she had an English teacher at school.  She had never been to school (broke my heart).  Eventually I asked her who had taught her to speak English as I thought this would give me a clue.

“Why, Ma’am,” she answered laughing “I learnt as a small child from speaking to the tourists”.  Well I never.  Bright as a button and never a day’s schooling.  What a shame.

I happily handed over a bunch of rupees and in return received 10 bead necklaces and then 2 extra because I was “so kind”.  I still wear them today and often think of this merry little girl and hope she is able to make a future for herself.  She deserves it.
jodphur bead girl

How can I travel without a selfie stick?

Yes, those obnoxious attachments are being banned in place after place – Milan being the latest.  Even if your selfie stick is a Louis Vuitton or Chanel model you still won’t be allowed to use it in Milan.   Because really – it has got to be a bit too much.
chanel selfie stick

The selfie stick has also been banned in the Vatican City, in Beijing’s Forbidden City, Pamplona, Amsterdam’s Van Gogh museum…. And the list goes on.

But why – you ask – with your selfie face…
mona lisa

Well the thing is, in your pursuit to get the perfect shot of yourself in famous places around the world works of art are being damaged and people and animals are ending up getting killed – yes really!

Can you believe that baby dolphins were taken out of the sea in Argentina so that they could be used in a selfie shot.  Guess what – the baby dolphins died!

It’s the second time in a year that this has occurred in Argentina alone: In February 2016 a rare La Plata baby dolphin died after tourists in the resort of Santa Teresita removed it from the water to pass around and take selfies with, eventually leaving it in the sand. Vida Silvestre, a wildlife foundation in the country, has warned people against removing dolphins from the ocean in the past. (courtesy Conde Nast).

In another embarrassing incident a woman managed to destroy over $200.000 of artwork while trying to take a selfie at the 14th Factory in Los Angeles.

The woman was attempting to take a selfie while kneeling in front of a row of sculptures displayed on pedestals, when she lost her balance and knocked into the artwork directly behind her, causing a cringe-inducing domino effect. At least 10 pedestals were knocked over as a result and, according to the museum, three sculptures were “permanently damaged,” Mashable reports

The quest for the perfect travel selfie knows no boundaries – people have died in the pursuit by falling down stairs, mountains and off bridges.

Apart from which – an army of selfie hunters just spoils the view for anyone else.
selfie stick crowd

So maybe take that selfie stick and…. well …. stick it somewhere else.



Would you like fries with that?

Trying to decide which country will be the cheapest for your next vacation?  Maybe you should consult the Big Mac Index – the latest evaluation having just been released.

bigmac meme

Basically the Big Mac index is a comparison of what it would cost to buy a Big Mac (if it was available) in different countries around the world using the price of a Big Mac in the United States and then comparing what the price would be in other countries.  It gives a pretty good idea of where in the world you could go to and where your dollar would stretch further – or where it would be more expensive.  Pretty nifty test.  Here are the latest figures as at 12th July.

big mac index

So according to this South Africa would be a really good place to go on holiday – it is cheap, cheap, cheap to eat out (and drink out – after all it is the land of the vineyard).  We know this particularly from the sticker shock when South African friends and family come to visit.  Consider – they pay about $1.50 to $2.00 (Cdn $) for a pint of beer.

Britain and the whole Euro area look pretty good too and naturally these numbers are aggregates so some places in Europe will be much cheaper than others.  Friends who have chosen to winter in Spain rather than Phoenix come home with tales of amazingly cheap fresh vegetables and bottles of wine for just 4 Euro.  This is interesting because it also reflects where people are travelling and despite recent terrorist attacks in Europe tourism there still remains strong, with the exception of poor France where bookings are down.  That’s a shame as it is one of my favourite places to visit and river cruises offering Southern France and Bordeaux are just such a win at the moment.

Surprises on the list were Japan and Russia.  I have always seen Japan as a very expensive country to visit as real estate is at a premium and hotel prices are high but perhaps once you are there eating out or shopping is better and cheaper than in the States.

And Russia is hopping!  River cruises and tours regularly sell out to this fascinating country.  Maybe the revived interest is due to the on again off again Trump Putin romance being front and centre in the news.  It has certainly given the country lots of exposure and seeing reporters filing their newscast with the beautiful and exotic Red Square in the background can certainly do no harm.
red square

The full article makes for interesting reading

My advice?  Go travel – eat local – avoid the Big Mac and if you are looking at a country where the cost of living and/or eating out is expensive then go as all inclusive as you can such as a river cruise with tours, meals, wine and beer included.  It will seem more expensive at first glance but once you secure your price in Canadian dollars and take advantage of those early booking offers you will end up on the winning side!

The Ballad of online booking

I booked me a cheap trip to fair Dublin City
Heard it on the news – forget the nitty gritty
It was a steal of a deal just couldn’t fail –
After all how often do you get this kind of sale?

There’s always a catch – isn’t that what they say?
But it seemed OK for what I had to pay
Who cares that the flight leaves in the middle of the night
I’ll just sleep on the plane the whole way, right?

Wrong, silly girl – you know that won’t work
Especially when you got the seat next to a jerk
Doesn’t he know that the armrest is mine
Aaargh, I’ll just have another glass of wine

So finally I fell asleep and slept for an age and a half
Flying miles and miles over the sea, and now I have to laugh
Cos when we landed I was kinda confused
And then I found out and I wasn’t amused

That “amazing deal” was for Dublin oh yes
Not Dublin Ireland but – can you guess?
Was it Dublin in Belarus – or maybe New York?
No it was near Adelaide – so I felt like a dork.

It turned out OK ‘cos the Ozzies are kind
especially to someone half out of their mind
No shamrock for me but a stuffed kangaroo
And a pat on my back – I just had no clue…

The boarding agent just merrily scanned my pass
And said “Enjoy your flight” while she laughed off her ass
And I read my Irish guide book from beginning to end
But don’t worry now ‘cos I found a friend

He’s tall and he’s blond and he speaks kinda funny
Using words like barbie, chunder and dunny
He tore up my ticket and begged me to stay
But I said no thanks mate – this is too far away.

So remember this story next time you’re online
Check the city, the date and of course the airline
Or you too could end up flying far over the sea
To a strange foreign land where you would rather not be.
~~ lmk ~~


A long long time ago (well actually in the mid 80’s) I had the chance to visit Hong Kong.  I was actually tagging along with my husband who was on a business trip.  What a great opportunity to visit Hong Kong while it was still a colony of Britain and was an economy on the rise.  Real estate was selling at ridiculous prices and the latest Mercedes and Rolls Royce motor vehicles cruised the crowded streets.

We stayed in Kowloon but visited the Peninsula for afternoon tea and took the train up to the top of Victoria Peak while the sun went down and all the lights of the city slowly appeared twinkling in the dusk.  It was a magical experience.

Now I have to confess that I seem to have been on a perpetual diet my whole life (what woman hasn’t) so I always look for the grilled / steamed version and try to stay away from lots of sauces.  Well – hello Hong Kong.  I thought I managed it all rather well until one night we chose a particular restaurant in Kowloon for dinner.  There I was confronted with a four page menu of numbered items up to (I think) 140.  Well I hummed and haa’d over all the descriptions while my husband and his  business friend picked out their choices quite easily.  Eventually I asked the waiter if I could just have some grilled fish and steamed vegetables.  Seems like a reasonable request?  You have to remember that back in the mid 80’s not everyone in Hong Kong was totally fluent in English.

The waiter (bless his heart) nodded enthusiastically and said he could give me XYZ unpronounceable fish.  I asked if it was grilled.  Yes, Yes he nodded again.  Grilled fish.  Vegetables.  No problem.  Very nice.


The fish came.

Gulp – a whole fish.  With head.  And tail.  And scales.  And eyes.  Looking at me with a grimace on its face.

Well I asked for it and now I had to eat it.  So, delicately I picked off the skin and the scales and managed to pluck some meat off the bones (ugh) and pushed the whole thing around my plate a few times and then did the time-honoured trick that every kid knows.  I hid some of it under the rice.  Whew.

Waiter came to collect dishes.  Everything OK?  Oh yes – smile smile – lovely thank you very much.  (not).  We get the bill.

What the hell?  Number 14 was around $15 (in today’s currency), Number 23 was probably $20 and my fish was priced at what today would probably be over $100.  Jeez – did they send someone over the side of the dock to go and catch it.

No ways say the guys to the waiter.  This is ridiculous.  It was just a grilled fish – no sauce, no frills.  The waiter says he has to check.  So we sit and wait.  It is late by now and the restaurant is almost empty but the guys are not budging.  They are not going to pay over $100 for that fish.  Waiter comes back.  Sorry – manager says that is the price.

Well then – say the guys – let’s speak to the manager.  OK – says the waiter.  Follow me.  We all get up and traipse after him down some stairs and into the basement of the restaurant.  Here we come into a scene which felt a bit like an Asian Godfather moment.  Five guys sitting around a table playing cards, smoking cigars, a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label on the table.

Well now I am distinctly uncomfortable.  The head honcho looks up at us squinting through the smoke and asks why we don’t want to pay the bill.  The guys explain that it is a rip off but I can sense that they are a bit leery by now.  After all – we are in the basement of a restaurant of which we don’t even know the address, listening to a conversation about us which we cannot understand.

Listen – says my husband – the best way to settle this dispute is to call the Hong Kong British Police (there were still a lot of Brit officers in the force at that stage and the police force was universally feared and respected in Hong Kong).  At this mention the Godfather Gang go suddenly silent.

With what seems like a sneer – Godfather number 1 fires off a rapid instruction to the waiter who says to us – no problem.  I fix the bill.  Come this way.

We troop up the stairs after the waiter while he reduces the bill and we slink out of the restaurant.

Holy crap – if only I had just picked number 43!