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The Allure of Discovery Trips: Why We Travel to Discover

February 5, 2026

We travel not just for leisure, but for discovery. At a recent lunch, friends talked about the journeys they hope to take before age or health makes such trips impossible. This made me wonder: why does traveling hold such appeal? I am not thinking of holidays or beach escapes, but of trips to countries unknown to us—adventures I call discovery trips.

Discovery trips offer a sense of freedom. Packing minimally—a suitcase and a backpack for daily excursions, I leave behind daily commitments. Far from home, it feels liberating not to worry about bills or routine chores like taking out the garbage. In unfamiliar countries, every day offers discovery: meeting new people, sampling local dishes, observing architecture, and learning to navigate local buses. Conversations with locals often become both enjoyable and necessary as we find our way.

Travel also offers an education. Seeing things with new eyes becomes inevitable. The visible poverty in India, for example, places North America’s general wellness into sharp relief. Comparing Ottawa’s traffic to maneuvering through downtown Dhaka, Bangladesh, showed me how minor our own traffic woes are in comparison.

Before these trips, I research our destination. After returning, I expand on what I’ve learned. I once knew about the Indian caste system in theory, but witnessing it firsthand deepened my understanding of its implications.

The memory of an incident at Kolkata’s airport remains vivid. A well-dressed man suddenly placed his suitcases in front of ours as we waited in a long line for x-ray inspection. My temper flared, and I pushed his suitcase aside, firmly telling him we had arrived much earlier than he had. He made no argument—perhaps because we were foreigners. That experience prompted me to return home and delve into the history and evolution of India’s caste system.

There was also the night our hosts in Dhaka took us to their favorite restaurant. When they ordered goat brains during a period of mad cow disease in England, curiosity mingled with courtesy. We ate. The dish resembled scrambled eggs, though spiced differently.

Each trip required us to set aside our Canadian routines. We engaged all our senses with local culture, cuisine, and people. I took no notes at the time, yet I now realize that relying on memory allowed me to reflect and better recall details that differ from our own way of life.

Navigating Municipal Services: Recycling Dilemmas

January 7, 2026

Do you live in a city with municipal services such as water, sewer, electricity, and waste collection? And if you do, have you ever had trouble with any services? Today was my turn.

This morning, before seven o’clock, I put out the garbage for collection. I won’t bore you with the complicated schedule of what gets picked up when — let’s just say you practically need a college degree to figure out which type of waste goes into which color bin on which day of the week.

So out went the blue bin with glass and plastics, the green bin with compost, and two black garbage bags containing all other garbage except paper, which is collected on alternate weeks. When I stepped outside an hour later, two more black garbage bags had magically appeared beside mine. Someone had the audacity to drop their garbage at my curb.

Normally, that wouldn’t matter, but in their infinite wisdom, the city fathers have decided that we must recycle more and now only pick up three black garbage bags every two weeks. I decided to wait and see whether the collectors would take all four bags. Of course, they didn’t — one bag was left sitting on my driveway.

I was annoyed. I suspected the neighbor across the street, because next to us is a large rental complex with huge open dumpsters, so the tenants wouldn’t need to sneak extra bags onto someone else’s curb. Our immediate neighbors don’t produce much garbage, and we know them well. The couple next door and the small family across the street have even asked us in the past to put out their bins when they’re away. That left, by process of elimination, the neighbors one house down on the opposite side of the street.

My suspicion grew when I remembered that over the weekend, they had four cars in their driveway and another four parked along the curb in front of our house. When I took out my garbage, I also noticed a pile of bins and bags on their driveway. One gets the impression they might be running a B&B out of that house — there are always different cars coming and going, some staying for weeks, others only a few days. I even searched online to see if I could identify the owner or occupants but found nothing.

Frustrated, I picked up the extra bag and placed it squarely in the middle of their driveway. Let them deal with it. When I checked later that night, the bag was gone and a car was parked there instead.

Was I right to return the bag? Should I have knocked on their door to discuss it? I honestly don’t know. I don’t know any of the people living there, and with the constant flow of vehicles, it’s impossible to tell who lives there. Maybe I overreacted — but at the time, it certainly didn’t feel like it.

The lesson to learn is that recycling does work. Once you separate paper, glass, plastics, food and garden trash, there is not much garbage left. So, the next time I find garbage on my driveway I did not place there, I’ll go across the street and try to talk with the residents there about recycling.

Unplanned Adventures: Kayaking the Everglades

December 13, 2025

It was not on our bucket list. We had never thought of visiting it before; in fact, I knew of it by name only. What happened was that I looked for something to do in early December, and a Road Scholar trip fit the bill. So, why did I search for an activity in early December? Let me explain.

In July, we reserved a B&B for a family get-together in December, just before Christmas. Our children live in Durham and Charlotte, NC, and Baton Rouge, LA, and I tried to rent a place central to all three. Just north of Chattanooga, TN, I found a place large enough to accommodate all the family.

Then in November, we told our children we would attend Thanksgiving dinner, assuming one of them would organize it.

The availability of three weeks – the time between Thanksgiving and the family get-together – prompted me to look for something to do during that period; we had no desire to drive from Ottawa south twice, a distance of a thousand miles each way.

I remembered my son’s mother-in-law enjoyed Road Scholar trips and looked up what trips were available in early December. A yoga class in North Carolina sounded interesting, but it was fully booked. Sightseeing trips to New York City and St Augustine did not appeal to us, but a kayaking trip in the Everglades did.

One concern was that the Everglades are another thousand miles further from our children’s homes where we would have our Thanksgiving dinner. But it would take us to a warm place and include a physical activity, kayaking, that we are fond of.

Reviewing the kayaking program, I had another concern: Road Scholar rates this trip hard on a scale they use to alert people of the physical difficulty of their trips. They advise that to participate, one should be able to kayak for 6 miles and walk 2 miles a day. The walking component was not a concern, but paddling six miles was. On balance, we decided we could do it since we kayak every summer, often for hours. So, I reserved the last two spots available.

With Thanksgiving Day approaching, I learned that my older son, Tony, was renovating his kitchen and not ready to prepare for a family dinner, which he has done for many years. Daughter Megan decided to take a job in Williamsburg, VA, and planned her move from Baton Rouge in early December, clearly not ready for entertainment. And David’s children and wife planned to visit family in Beaufort, SC, for Thanksgiving. Well, that was that, and instead of traveling south, we stayed in Ottawa and celebrated US Thanksgiving at home. We left for Everglade City the following Monday, on December 1.

Upon reflection, if we had not planned to have Thanksgiving dinner with family, I would not have reserved the Road Scholar trip because we would have just travelled to Tennessee for the family get-together. So, the real trigger to kayak in the Everglades was our intention to have Thanksgiving dinner with family. Funny how plans can have unintended consequences.

How to Optimize Your iRobot Roomba for Efficient Cleaning

November 24, 2025

It was a typical Sunday morning. Kathy brewed some coffee, and then she and I scrolled through our iPhones, reading about the world’s problems, which put us in a negative mood. Instead, I suggested we leave reading the news and let Roomba, our iRobot, which we call Matilda, do some cleaning, and we have breakfast. Kathy agreed it was a good idea, so I switched the news channels on my iPhone to the Roomba app to start a “new job”. An iPhone is essential for accomplishing anything in today’s environment.

However, Matilda was in a cranky mood and sent me a voice message saying I needed to “blow out” the dirt from its previous job. It didn’t work at first; perhaps Matilda wasn’t quite awake. However, after ten minutes of troubleshooting accompanied by rich critical verbal expressions, I got it working. Listening to my running commentary on robots, AI, and techies, Kathy suggested a male name might be more fitting for our robot; a male’s early-morning grumpiness would more accurately reflects the robot’s behaviour this morning. So, we decided to rename the robot Mathis. The name was not a nod to Johnny Mathis; both of us are fans of his music.

But first, we had to clear the floor so Mathis could move around and clean. This meant putting the laundry basket, a few backpacks, slippers, and books lying on the floor onto the bed, in the bedroom. In the office, Kathy moved the office chair out of the way and the yoga equipment into another room. Finally, we were ready for Mathis to do his job.

Mathis struggled to navigate out of the dining room, which was full of obstructions. The room had five chairs and two tables, totaling twenty-eight legs that could interfere with Mathis’ movement. At one point, it seemed like he was lost as he moved back and forth, but he eventually found his way to the bedroom and the office. But his movements were inefficient overall, wasting significant battery power to reach the work sites.

For Mathis to work efficiently, it would be best to have an empty house with no furniture. Without obstacles like chair legs, he wouldn’t need to make detours and could make a clean sweep of the entire floor.

After some reflection, I decided to find a better home location for Mathis, with fewer obstructions on his way to reach the rooms in the house. A more central location in the house would avoid obstacles such as chair and table legs. So I moved Mathis’s home base to a new, central spot.

However, this change posed a potential problem: would Mathis feel at home in this new location after being accustomed to his previous spot? Are the floor plans in his memory tied to where he used to rest, or would he adjust and recognize the new location since he initially mapped our house from another place?

To test this new setup, I decided to give Mathis a “new job.” I asked him to clean the kitchen and the dining room after I turned all the chairs there upside down and placed them on the tables.

To see Mathis’s navigation skills in this new environment, I observed his movements. He seemed a bit lost at first, wandering around the living room before entering the dining room. However, he soon got to work, methodically cleaning the dining room by going back and forth, and then found the kitchen and cleaned it.

Overall, Mathis did an excellent job, and I considered rewarding him with a treat, such as a dog biscuit or candy, but how could I do it? This made me think that the brilliant designers of these robots should also provide rewards for good robotic behavior. Rewards could help robots learn from completed tasks and boost future performance.

My Marathon Journey: From Novice to Finisher

November 20, 2025

My Facebook account often features ads for Tai Chi, showing a muscleboung sixty-year-old who claims that doing just ten minutes of Tai Chi each day could make me look like him. I may have clicked on one of these ads in the past, leading Facebook to identify me as someone interested in fitness. I’ve always tried to stay in shape; jogging used to be my hobby. Let me share my early experience with running a marathon.

Over 30,000 people participated in the Ottawa International Marathon when I ran it in the 1980s. It took me a while to decide whether I should take part. I’m not sure why I chose to run it; perhaps it was to prove to myself that I could do it. I trained by running five times a week, for months, gradually increasing the distance I covered.

On the day of the marathon, I drove downtown to the starting line, where the massive crowd packed a six-lane road, stretching for a mile. My identification tag showed a red color start, which meant I was assigned to the middle of the queue.  

The organizers positioned the elite runners at the front, while the rest of us were queued based on our previous times for the distance: the longer your time was, the further back you started. This system helped ensure that the top runners would not be blocked along the run. I cannot recall what I put down as my previous time since I have never done it before.

Waiting in line, I chatted with the people around me. There were individuals of all ages, enthusiastic and willing to discuss their training, gear, and anticipated finish times. When the whistle blew, it took us ten minutes to start moving; there may have been 15,000 people ahead of us.

We all had a strategy regarding how fast to run. If you start fast, you might tire out within half an hour; it’s important to gauge your pace. I ran with a small group, maintaining the same pace together. What helped us were the “bunnies,” volunteer runners wearing bunny ears for visibility, who had a target completion time for the marathon, such as two hours or two and a half hours. I ran alongside a bunny aiming for a three-hour marathon, hoping to keep up with him, which meant maintaining a speed of about 7 miles per hour—half the speed of the fastest runners.

At each water station, I took a cup of water but made sure not to drink too much, as excessive fluid can lead to bloating that might slow me down. I also grabbed energy bars at the water stations and ate them while running. The spectators along the route clapped and encouraged the runners, which was uplifting for my gradually tiring mind and body.

A  joke at the halfway point was to shout out that it was all downhill from there, which was not true; the course was  flat the entire way.

Slowly my body began to ache all over. My muscles felt like they were cramping, forcing me to slow down, but I pressed on. As the finish line approached, an increasing number of spectators gathered along the roadside. As I spotted the end, a wave of motivation surged through me. I started to run hard purely on willpower; I didn’t even feel my legs move. When I crossed the finish line, people grabbed my arms to help me off the track. I staggered forward in search of a place to sit down and rest and received a solar blanket for warmth, as did every finisher.  

After resting, I mingled with other finishers before heading over to the refreshments. Students from a massage therapy program were awaiting us, and I decided to buy a ticket for a massage; it was incredibly satisfying. I felt every bone and muscle in my body walking back to my car; it took a day to rejuvenate my body.

I have always found running enjoyable. It started as a solitary activity for me until I joined a running club in Ottawa. Running with a group was a fun experience, even though I rarely talked to the other runners. This wasn’t due to being out of breath; rather, I am an introvert. However, I appreciated the conversations happening around me as the runners chatted about their training habits, families, and hobbies.

Running has significantly improved my physical health. It helped to maintain my weight, lower my cholesterol, and enhance my sleep quality. Additionally, I found great joy in being outdoors, inhaling fresh air, smelling flowers, listening to birds, and watching the landscape.

Whenever I ran, I felt relaxed, often listening to jazz on a Walkman. Whether it was winter, dressed in three layers, or summer, in just one layer, once I got into my rhythm some people refer to as “the zone”, I would empty my mind of daily chores and worries, I lived in the present. I highly recommend it to everyone.