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Love is in the Air.
This is possibly the most romantic street sign ever, a little piece of humour I found in the streets of Brussels, Belgium, during my trip in August 2013.
Happy Valentine’s Day! And may you get as much action as this ‘no entry’ sign!
January 15th 2015 marks the 4th anniversary of my travel blog. I can hardly believe that it’s been so long since I got my domain and started blogging exclusively about travel. I have so far published 367 posts and had nearly 60,000 views over the past four years…very exciting!
I am not the avid blogger that I would like to be. Every year I try to post more than the prior year, but life gets in the way and I constantly find myself
being too lazy procrastinating making up excuses not finding the time to write. To tell the truth though, this blog has become an important part of me, and, although I don’t pay it the attention it deserves, this blog is one of my favourite hobbies!
I have not been short on travel since leaving Vancouver in August 2013 and moved to the UK. I’ve managed to visit quite a few new countries, and countless new cities, towns and sites (well, I could count them… but I won’t right now) through my time abroad, and collected a range of incredible memories.
In the last couple of months I’ve started (very slowly) catching up with my trips since leaving Vancouver. I still have a long way to go, but it is happening. I have hundreds of travel stories and photographs to share, so I can guarantee this blog will continue to grow over time, it just might take me a while.
In the last couple of months I also took a leap into making an official Clausito’s Footprints Facebook page, which is also growing slowly. Please like my page if you’d like to connect, as sometimes I add contact there not available in other social media platforms!
I am honestly extremely flattered that friends, family, acquaintances, and even strangers take the time to visit my blog, read about my trips, look at my photos, and sometimes even connect though comments and likes. I enjoy sharing my travels and promise this year I will force myself to write more often, adding a total (minimum) of 100 posts in 2015!
Thank you again to my loyal fans, regular visitors, infrequent readers, and one-time viewers for checking out my blog, I hope you continue to enjoy my adventures!
Good day, and happy travels!
A couple of days late on wishing everyone a happy Day of the Dead. This is one of my favourite celebrations in the entire year, one that makes me extra proud of my Mexican heritage.
This is a photo of my first attempt to make the typical Day of the Dead Bread (Pan de Muertos)… As I brought a little taste of Mexico to London, England, at a party my flatmates and I hosted last Saturday.
Below is another craft I made (one of 36 pieces I made), a piece of traditional Papel Picado, which is also a typical decoration for Día de Los Muertos in Mexico. This form of art is regarded as part of the folklore of the country, and protected as a cultural heritage art… Of course mine is an amateur piece, but not bad for my first time since I was a child!
One of my favourite celebrations. Today, I’m even wearing my Nightmare Before Christmas belt I got during my Halloween trip to Disneyland in October 2012! Even got a photo with Jack Skellington himself!
Enjoy the celebrations!
Yesterday I wrote about the grounds of the London Wonderground and mentioned the carousel bar… yes, this is a bar built inside a carousel that actually rotates, with the bar in the centre of the carousel, and the horses serving as tables.
One of my favourite parts about this year’s Wonderground… go check it out before it’s taken down until next year!
It’s been roughly three years and a half since I got my very own website and officially started my travel blog, and what a ride it’s been. I am honestly surprised that in this time I’ve had over 50,000 individual views on my blog.
So far in my life, I’ve traveled to 23 countries… Very far from the 30 countries I had hoped to travel to before I turn 31 in September, but I have still made incredible memories traveling extensively through these places. My writing is a little behind, so there is still much more to come on travels I’ve already done, plus all the travels I plan on doing in the coming future!
I know it sounds cheesy, but I honestly want to thank each and every one of my readers, who has taken any time out of their life to visit my blog, whether it is to read about my travels, or just browse through my collection of photographs. Whether you are one of my loyal readers who visit often, or you’ve only visited my blog once or twice, you’ve inspired me to keep up with the blog, and continue to share my travel stories.
Thank you very much for visiting; I hope you’ll continue to support my blog in the future. On my part, I will try to be better at updating more often, so you have a reason to come back!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
PS. I have finally given in and created a Facebook page to go with my blog. Like my page if you want to connect on Facebook!
Last Saturday I headed down to Brighton to go to one of the UK’s most popular pride celebrations, Brighton and Hove Pride. The event, which at a 160,000 attendees surprisingly has about four times more attendees than Pride in London, surpassed my expectations, and my friend Shane and I had a great time.
This was my first visit to Brighton, which is located just south of London, a quick 1-hour train’s journey, on the coast. As we were there only for the pride celebrations, we didn’t get to walk around the city much, but from what I saw, I really want to go back and explore the city a little further. It was also nice being on the coast… I realized I hadn’t been to the sea since my trip to Tenerife in the Canary Islands this past January!
Shane and I wanted to go overnight but due to pride (and our planning last-minute!) most hotels were sold out, and the remaining ones were only available at outrageous prices; however, given the closeness to London, it was easy enough for us to go as a day trip, and still have a great time taking part in the celebrations.
The weather was mostly sunny, with a little bit of cloud cover and about five minutes of heavy rain, but it was pretty warm all throughout, even at night. The crowd was also great, a good mix of people of all ages (including many families), just having fun and enjoying the parade and celebrations.
The Brighton Pride parade itself was a spectacle to behold, and everything I have come to expect from a pride parade. If you read my post on this year’s Pride in London, you will know that I was extremely underwhelmed by the UK’s capital’s pride parade. Happy to say, Brighton more than made up for it, and it’s restored my faith in the ability of the UK to hold world-class pride events that are well worth visiting!
Brighton is a fairly small city, and is easily walkable. The parade itself started near the beach and went across the city itself, culminating at Preston Park, where the official pride fair / market / party was held. While there weren’t that many floats, there were enough to make the parade last a little over an hour, which in my opinion was a perfect length for it.
The one thing I enjoyed most about the parade, is that it felt like a street party more than anything. Unlike Pride in London, which separates the parade from its viewers by an unsightly system of fences, Brighton Pride was open, and I felt, as a viewer, part of the festivities. Brighton Pride reminded me a lot about Vancouver Pride (in the feel of the parade itself, and even a little on the sea-side setting!). I can even say there is one thing I enjoyed more than my multiple visits to Vancouver Pride over the years (a pride parade and festival that I love): in Brighton, I was able to openly have a few beers during the parade due to less-strict alcohol laws!
The floats in the parade were nicely decorated, and all participants seemed to be having a great time, dancing along and interacting with the attendees. The crowds (both in and out of the parade) were mixed, about 50/50 men and women, and included people of all ages, including multiple families (with a large number of non-LGBT families), which was great to see… and of course, Brighton’s “Oldest Gay in the Village,” a local celebrity.
While the parade was light and fun, with lots of rainbow flags, colour, bubbles, and a healthy percentage of drag queens and sexy men in booty shorts, important issues were also addressed. Some of the most shocking included a march with one participant carrying a banner for each of the countries in the world that still criminalize homosexuality: an important reminder that we sometimes forget. Closer to home even, the “End Homophobia in the Commonwealth” group, addressing the fact that, while the Commonwealth Games were being held in Glasgow, Scotland, at the same time as the Brighton Pride parade, about 80% of the Commonwealth nations still criminalize homosexuality based on antiquated British laws.
The Park (Festival at Preston Park)
The Brighton and Hove Pride parade finished at the entrance to Brighton’s Preston Park, which happens to be where the main pride festival / party was held that afternoon and into the evening.
The park was a ticketed event, and by the time Shane and I organized ourselves we ended up paying £20 each for our tickets, but if booking early (memo to self for 2015, if I can make it back) one can get tickets for £10 per person! Tickets at the door were £25.
Preston Park‘s pride celebrations had large open spaces in which attendees could relax in the sunshine. The festival also included a fun-fair area with rides (we were drinking so did not go on any because that probably wouldn’t have been a good move!) and a large expo-style market with tons of booths educating visitors about different LGBTQ organizations, advertising political parties or government bodies, or promoting other LGBT-specific activities, such as the Gay Men’s Chorus. There are also a few others that are simply advertising personal businesses for products that might be interesting to LGBT, but not exclusively for gays and lesbians.
The rest of the park was set up with multiple tents, some which were bars, and some which housed dance floors. The dancing tents were fairly fun, although we soon realized they were all playing pretty much the same music, a techno-house mix that was perhaps a little too early in the day to enjoy. Even though the tents were supposed to appeal to different groups of people (ex. the “Bears and Men’s” Tent), the lack of music variety was probably the festival’s only major downfall. Other than that it was very fun!
The bar tents were surprisingly efficient, with queues going through quite fast, so we never had to wait long before we had another beer. Also, for a festival, a £4.50 charge for a pint of beer was quite reasonable and similar to most bars out in Soho in London. Outhouses and urinals were also numerous and spread out throughout the grounds, with queues sometimes taking a little longer, but never excessively long.
The Main Stage at the festival was probably the centre point of Preston Park, and had day-long singers and performances, which were quite good, including some decently big ones like Blue, Frank Musik, and Katie B. The area in front of the main stage was a big dance floor and everyone seemed to be having a great time, so overall, the celebrations at Preston Park were well worth the admission fee.
I have been waiting until now to go to Brighton, and I can’t wait to go back now.
As mentioned above, because we were there mainly for Pride, we didn’t really get to see much of the city, although we did take a break in between the parade and the festival at Preston Park to go down to the beach and have a few beers. The beach in Brighton is rocky, but still quite scenic, and the city itself has that distinct feeling of a coastal town.
After the beach, as we slowly made our way towards Preston Park, we also stopped at a park that had a food fair going on, to grab a bite to eat, and then stopped at one of the pubs in the city (Brighton Tavern) to grab a pint. After the festival ended, before catching our train back to London, Shane and I returned to the tavern for a couple more beers, to socialize with the locals.
Brighton and Hove Pride 2014 was a great event, and I enjoyed every part of it. Definitely on my list of Pride festivals to go to next year if I am able to… in the meantime, I really need to make a day trip to Brighton happen, to explore the city a little better on a less heavy-packed day!
Happy 4th of July to all my American friends; enjoy the celebrations!
Happy Canada Day 2014!
Happy Pride from London!
Yesterday, London celebrated its annual pride parade and festival, an event I have been looking forward to for a while, as it is the first time I go to a Pride festival outside of Vancouver. After so much building it up, I’m sad to say I was actually underwhelmed by the parade itself, and I ended up leaving about half way through.
Before I sound like I’m complaining too much, let me assure you I actually had a great time in Pride in London. I honestly think that I am a little jaded, after attending Vancouver Pride multiple times over the years, Pride in London just didn’t cut it for me. The reality is that Vancouver Pride is pretty freaking awesome, a parade that is getting bigger and better, and more colourful, year after year. Vancouver Pride is amongst the top most visited prides in the world, and it’s always a really fun time, and the parade does justice to such an event. Pride in London’s parade to me seemed all over the place.
The weather did not want to cooperate; aside from a couple sunny breaks, there was a downpour for most of the afternoon. Had the weather been nicer, I would have definitely stayed for the whole parade, but water was literally seeping through my umbrella, and I just didn’t feel like being there anymore.
Why didn’t I love the parade of Pride in London?
1. The barricades. Not exactly sure why they needed to barricade spectators from the parade, behind fences. I mean, I understand it is to avoid delays from people getting in the way of the parade itself, but seriously, Vancouver Pride is SO MUCH BIGGER, with a lot more attendees, and somehow there is no need to fence out the spectators. Being fenced out really made me feel like I was merely a spectator, rather than part of the event.
2. While we’re on the subject of “being a spectator,” I felt like Pride in London lacked interaction between the parade participants (the people marching / aboard floats) and the people watching the parade. Yes, many of them waved their hands, but I often felt like the participants had great banter going on amongst them, rather than connecting with the people watching. This lack of interaction made me feel even more like I was merely watching a group of people having fun, while I wasn’t really having any. I honestly feel, that the Pride in London parade simply lacked the interaction between participants and watchers, which is what makes a Pride parade fun.
3. Whatever happened to the goodies? One of my favourite part about Vancouver Pride is collecting the bead necklaces… Yes, a little Mardi Gras-wannabe, but it is amazing how much fun it is collecting bead necklaces, or temporary tattoos, or flags, throughout the parade. I enjoy going to the bars afterward and seeing everyone who attended the parade decked out with the colourful beads, and sometimes using that as a platform to begin a conversation with perfect strangers. Pride in London gave nothing away (at least not that I saw, on the part of the parade that I watched).
4. The volunteers and event managers. Yes, this event would not be possible without the time and effort put on by the people who make it happen. These people tried to ensure things would go as smoothly as possible (which didn’t really happen… see point 5 below!), and tried to be cheerful despite the rain. HOWEVER, I honestly felt like they were in the freaking way ALL THE TIME. Bad enough that we were barricaded behind the fence, but at least we had a front row, as we got there early… that was until a group of four of the parade workers decided to stand in front of us, open up their umbrellas, and cover pretty much the entire view. Many of the people around where we were asked politely if they could move a little to avoid being in the way, but the parade workers didn’t move, and seemed more interested in watching the parade themselves with their umbrellas open, so over half of our view, in the front row, was blocked.
5. The parade did not run smoothly. Every float / group of marchers would move a few metres, then stop in a standstill. I am not exactly sure what the delays were, but the portion of the parade that I attended was painful to watch. Meanwhile, the volunteers, event managers, photographers, and others who were working for the parade, had their own over-dramatic show going on. Stewards pushing through the crowd and moving one of the fences to come in and out of the street, continuously. Volunteers and managers yelling at each other from across the street. Workers running from side to side, looking severely frazzled as if whatever was happening was a life or death situation. It was a stressful behind-the-scenes situation, happening right in the spotlight, calling more attention than the parade itself, which for long periods stood still, without music, without dancing, with very few smiling faces.
The weather, as mentioned above, did not collaborate with us, and made the event a little more painful to withstand. This is obviously out of Pride in London’s control, so not something they could have fixed. As the rain started to pour, everyone’s umbrellas got on the way (as I said, even us, being first in row, had our views blocked by the umbrellas of the volunteers). My view on the front row was so bad, I couldn’t even take photos to share with you (and believe me I tried).
And now, on to the good
Alright, so I need to end this on a high note, since after all, despite a disappointing parade, I had a fantastic time at Pride! The parade was a bust, but my friends and I went to a few gay bars throughout the afternoon and into the early hours of the morning, and the Pride atmosphere was great.
To hide from the rain after leaving the parade, we headed over to Retro Bar, which quickly filled up with parade participants and watchers after the parade ended. Afterwards, when the rain subsided, we headed over to Soho, and were able to visit a few bars. The lines were crazy, and everywhere was packed, but the atmosphere was fun and happy. My favourite part about it is that Soho closed many of its streets to traffic, and the area became a huge beer garden of sorts, with everyone enjoying their drinks in the street.
The Pride in London parade could definitely become an incredible event to attend if they change a little the way they do things. The weather couldn’t be helped, but the parade could instantly become better if the procession was more fluid (fewer breaks), the participants were more interactive, and if the crew ran the parade from behind the scenes, rather than in the spotlight, overshadowing the parade itself.
And then there are bead necklaces… is it too much to ask for a little more fun?
Today is the official beginning of Summer, as we celebrate the Summer Solstice. That (usually) means one thing: MORE SUNNY DAYS!
London is incredibly beautiful in the sunshine… here’s a photo I took I took earlier this year in a sunny day. Happy Summer, an enjoy the sun today, everyone!
The 25th of April commemorates ANZAC day, Australia and New Zealand’s most significant war remembrance. Although the day celebrates the lives of the lives of soldiers lost in all wars, its origins go back tot he battles in Gallipoli in World War I, where both nations had the most significant loss of lives.
Last September I got to go to the ANZAC Memorial site in Gallipoli, Turkey. While I have visited many ANZAC memorials in Australian and New Zealand cities, the ones in Gallipoli was especially touching.
Set on the seaside, right where thousands of Allied soldiers lost their lives, multiple remembrance sites commemorate the lives of these soldiers, along with a monument depicting an apology letter from Turkey, to the mothers of the soldiers.
I am not one much for war history, but the visit to Gallipoli is quite touching, and a definite must do for Aussies and Kiwis.
I still hold the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics as one of my favourite memories of Living in Vancouver. I still remember the excitement circulating in the city during the entire two weeks of the Olympics. Most dramatic was Canada’s winning the Gold medal on the hockey game over the USA. The excitement!
As Canada prepares to battle for gold again, four years later, at the Sochi Olympics, I am rooting for my country from the UK. Go Canada!
The 15th of January 2014 marks the third anniversary since I got my own domain, specializing my blog into travel-only posts. And what a ride it’s been!
One year ago I set myself some goals when it came to my blog, with the most ambitious being writing three to four posts per week throughout the year. I started strong, staying true to that goal for the first half of the year (and I did accomplish writing 107 posts in 2013, so not too shabby), but then slowed down a bit, as changes came up.
Which changes, you ask? Well, the most important being my move to London, England, a move that I hope will allow me to travel much more over the next couple of years. With the move across the world, came the stress of finding a place to live, a job, and getting my bearings in a new city. On my way to moving to London, I also went traveling for about two and a half months… and we all know how lazy I get with my writing while I’m on the road!
The good news? I have now visited plenty of new places in six new countries, so I definitely have a LOT more material to write about, and a LOT of photographs to share… so keep tuned!
Thank you again to all my loyal readers and all new visitors, for continuing to follow my blog. It brings me great pleasure to see every time someone visits my blog (and extra pleasure when readers spend a while going through some of my old posts).
Here’s to another year full of travel and adventure! x