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In search of Queen Sugar and the Bordelons

 

Queen Sugar Title Card

RA, Nova and Charley Bordelon. Courtesy of OWNTV

 

Bee: For a few years now, I haven’t been much of a TV watcher. I mean if you factor in that I haven’t had cable for most of my adult life it makes a lot of sense. Occasionally, I get sucked into an episode or two of a new show and before I know it, I am back to the emotional abuse that Shondaland shows have become. So, I was pleasantly surprised when I checked out the first episode of Queen Sugar on Own after lots of rave reviews on twitter. By Episode 3, despite all my proselytizing, Lee was the only one who became a convert.

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$2 Weaves on Flashback Friday at Afrofest Toronto

 

Leo: Technically, we drove to Toronto on Friday and saw $2 weaves at Afrofest on Saturday. However, we are publishing this on a Friday, hence the use of Flashback Friday. Hey! I think it makes for a catchy title. Think you can do better? Let me know! Take it away Bee!

Amazing breakfast!

 

Bee: When I go to sleep in a new city I am dying to explore, chances are I will be up at the crack of dawn and that is exactly what happened in Toronto. Given the night we had, I expected my body to play nice and let me sleep in, but that was wishful thinking. I jumped out of bed at about 7am to what I believed were gunshots in the hallway. Read More

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Toronto, Canada

 

Road signs leading to Niagara Falls

Bee:“How long were you guys in Canada for?” The border patrol agent asked my sister at the Lewinston-Queenston checkpoint. “Two days” she responded. “Two days?!?! Why were you there for just 2 days?” he asked. I can bet you my entire savings account that he had no idea what was coming next, but then again he’s never met the force of terror that is my sister Leo’s tongue.  Not even I was ready for what she said next: “Because they’re killing us out here”. I looked at her like WTF man, and the border patrol guy’s face went red immediately. He most definitely never “hexperrered” it! (click here for the link to the origin of this now infamous phrase) After a few awkward seconds which felt more like hours, he responded with “I’m getting quite tired of the whole thing myself.” Again, my sister, never one to let folks off so easily hit him with “Imagine how we feel”, I think it was after this response he realized she was not going to let him get off easy  and so he changed the topic and quickly bid us farewell.                                                                         Read More

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24 hours in Nassau, Bahamas

Contributed by Bee Lola

Fishy Fishy

Fishy Fishy

What do you do when you miss your Friday afternoon flight to Haiti because you and your squad were late? You could catch the next flight to Nassau for 24 hours of fun, sun, and sand. No? Too much? I thought so too, but that’s exactly what my mom, sister, the little one and I did back in April. Turns out that even with all the hustlers and passive racism, we made such great memories in the DR that 4 months later we were itching for another trip. Not even the fact that we were going to have barely 24 hours in the Bahamas could stop us.

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Black in Punta Cana, DR

Contributed by Bee Lola

For the last several years, more like a decade really, I have lived vicariously through my sister, Leo. Through her, I have seen places and people so beautiful that I have questioned my existence, and this passport I carry which does not seem worth much as far as seeing the world is concerned. Okay, my passport woes are not the focus of this article, let me get back on track. Like I was saying, I have come to see the world through the eyes of my sister, and all the other wonderful travel pages on IG and I am always filled green with envy. So when my sister suggested last December that we take a trip with my mom and the little one, I didn’t need any convincing. Now we had no idea where we were headed right up until the night before we were scheduled to leave but after several hours of searching, we decided to check out Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. Read More

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My encounter with an angry Polish man!

Poland did not make me uncomfortable. I was uncomfortable in Poland. Life is about learning from things that make you uncomfortable and after years of traveling solo and being carefree, I finally hit a snag. I felt like my colour walked into the room, had a seat and was on its 3rd drink before I physically made my appearance.  I was not treated differently  but I was aware of my difference. It is truly a luxury to be able to look back at a situation and not even for a millisecond question if said situation had anything to do with your skin colour.

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Traveling While Black

I am the only POC (person of colour) in my hostel. I am the only POC in the Wieliczka salt mine. It neither feels weird nor unsafe. I do not feel judged and yet I must acknowledge that I am on alert; not alert like a snake ready to strike but alert enough to be aware of my surroundings and tuned it to the subtle changes that sometimes occur as a result of my presence.

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5 Tips for Travelling Impulsively

How many posts a week does it take to secure your readers’ attention? There are plenty of studies and plenty of graphs created to answer this question, however, there is no singular answer. My WD April advised me to write whenever the urge struck while my sister recommended that I keep at least 10 stories on file to pull from as needed. Regardless of the perfect formula, sometimes I am inspired to write and sometimes I am not. So far I have been averaging about one post a week since my launch 23 days ago and I feel like it’s that time again. So let me catch you up with what’s been going on in my world.

Since September 1st, 2016 I have been to Brasil, Italy, and Tunisia and each of these was an impulse trip. Impulse trips can be fun yet nerve racking nonetheless, I never regret them. So, in honour of impulse travels, here are 5 ways you can successfully travel impulsively.

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Let’s go to Medellin! Vamos a Medellin!

Group trips are fun to take but planning them can be a totally different story. It took 3 months, 2 get togethers, and countless hours of text messaging to solidify the plans my friends and I had to travel to Colombia. At the last get together we made a huge vat of hunch punch and then went to a cigar bar. That’s the kind of planning we do!

It’s D-day! The flight is scheduled to leave at 1725 but gets delayed until 1900. Somehow, we are still the last to board the plane. We fly into Medellin and out of the 6 people present, no one seems to remember how we got to the hotel. The numerous bottles of liquor we consumed during the flight coupled with a bottle of champagne prior to landing may have caused this temporary memory loss but it is evident this is going to be an epic trip! Read More

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What? Why? Again? Another?

Sand at the beach. That’s what came to mind when I decided to launch a travel site. I have created a commodity which is experiencing a surge as we speak. So what makes me different from all the other grains of sand at the beach? Heck if I know. All I know is that I take great photos, I like to write and I love to encourage everyone to step outside their comfort zone and see the world. So far I have visited close to 60 countries but I am still learning and growing after all Travel is a learning process. To date, I have taken over 100 million photos… I kid I kid. I mean I do have a lot of photos and at the moment they live happily unseen on my hard drive so at the very least, this site will give them a chance to breathe. I am not a fashionista so you will not see me prancing about in a sundress wearing Grecian sandals and walking along the cobbled streets of …burg. Nor will you see me lounging in a low cut Read More