Travel

Having scrambled down a lush, slippery ravine, I'm about to step off a 60-metre wooden platform, and descend ass-forward through an icy waterfall. With my hardhat, I look like a swollen tick sliding down a strand of dental floss.

Captain Greg Marlo leans back, glass of shiraz in hand, and declares: "Everything is better on a boat... Food and wine, the scenery, the company, sleep and even sex, especially sex." We blush and take his word for it.

and I'm in a hurry for hot tai-yaki!

Driving a sled at night is a surreal experience — the world a tunnel, lit by the machine's yellowed light; the trees towering high on either side of the glittering track.

Across the chasm of class and privilege in India, a rock sometimes flies at a visitor

Nestled in the picturesque Bulkley Valley, Smithers is a town of 6,000 people with a surprising number of amenities for such a small population.

Attempting to stomach a chili-laden local favourite can be challenging.

His horse dipped down as far as its shoulders and splashed across, and our guide, in an impressive feat of balance, lifted his own legs high to keep his feet dry.

When was the last time you spotted a mother skiing fluffy powder with a baby in her backpack? While that may be a rare sight locally, it's the daily norm at Interior winter-sport destinations.

Surviving the Québec Winter Carnival requires strength, stamina... and the occasional transfusion of Caribou blood