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George of the jungle/ things North Americans do for fun by Jessica Lee


After watching James Cameron's Avatar (2009), I had always wanted to live in a tree.

I didn't get to live in a tree this weekend, BUT I got to walk among the tops of them, which is similar. Being that it was the Canadian Thanksgiving, my family drove up north to the cottage for the long weekend. Along the way, we stopped at Tree Top Trekking near Barrie, Ontario.


Tree Top Trekking is a company that lets people conquer their fear of heights through rope courses and ziplines in the dense Canadian forest.

It was absolutely beautiful being between trees and seeing parts of the forest you wouldn't have seen if you were on the ground. I didn't bring my camera for the black course because it had started to rain and hail but it was gorgeous and reminded me of what I'd imagine Avatar to be like in real life- wood log steps and wooden stepping bridges high off of the ground.


The weather could have been improved, but not everything in life can be perfect.


I think rope courses are a North American thing (correct me if I'm wrong). If you've never seen one, I'll give you a short introduction.


High ropes courses are typically used to encourage "self-development" in an individual. Ie. They're believed to escalate your self-esteem and confidence once you complete one. They are quite popular with school groups and summer camps because many are not particularly physically challenging but they still boost morale.


The one at Tree Top Trekking required you to balance on a tight line with wires you could hold onto. Other courses included various hurdles you had to walk on or climb into/over.


It was easy stuff, but I liked being able to just focus on one thing and not think about anything in particular.


If you happen to go, there is a black course which is the most difficult course there. You have to ask for it specifically and you only get to go on it after completing the purple course.

After that, they will still discourage you somewhat because they want to weed out people who won't be able to complete the course. They will ask you to do five chin-ups on the spot. Only 10 % of people who go to Tree Top Trekking go on this course. If you think you will make it, I definitely encourage you to go because the sights are gorgeous and I wish I brought my camera there to capture it.


I went on the black course solo with the head guide because it was rainy and cold and no one else wanted to go. It was a unique experience because I got to get into his mind. I don't meet many small town boys who haven't been to the city. To me, he was a novelty.


His thinking was limited, but he was also young (20). When I talked about travel, I meant international places like Europe or South America, whereas he assumed the Canadian west coast.

He also asked me lots of questions, wanting to know more about the places I had been. Maybe he was planning to explore as well. Whenever I talked of an international experience, he related by telling me of people he knew who had travelled but I don't think he had travelled much himself.
He'd grown up in Northern Ontario and enjoyed Canadian things like snowboarding in the winter and the great outdoors in the summer.

As much as I like international travel, meeting people like him pulls me back and makes me want to live in a cabin up north and enjoy the gorgeous scenes and moments I sometimes take for granted. I think there are so many possibilities waiting for me in Northern Ontario; if only I'd give it a chance.













Letters from a small town: Boonah by Jessica Lee



I got dropped off in a strange little town in Queensland called Boonah today. The boys wanted to go climbing at the nearby mountains and I just wasn’t up for it.

Growing up in a big metropolitan city such as Toronto, it feels quite different being here. I don't want to be cliche and say that the pace of life is slower in a rural town than in a big city, but it is quite true. People here have time to chat.

It is a little weird to be a stranger in a small town all by yourself. It's obvious I don't live here. 

I stick out from the locals quite easily being that I’m Asian and everyone else is white. Everyone is friendly though, asking me where I’m from and wishing me well on my travels. I get a few long stares from teenagers- maybe they haven’t seen many Asians being that Boonah wouldn’t really be a town Asian tour companies stop at with their huge tour buses; I’m sure you know the kind of tour buses I’m talking about - the ones with the tour guides who hold little flags while talking and explaining sites with flocks of Japanese, Korean or Chinese tourists following behind with cameras.

The fact that not many tourists stop here is great news for me. The people haven't developed a dislike for tourists (some tourists can be quite rude and not fun to serve) and the town isn't commercialized and catered to tourists; thus giving me a more authentic small town experience, which I quite like.

Boonah is a typical small town. The fashions of the men are flannel shirts and jeans and the teenagers wear hoodies. The women wear jumpers with long skirts or jeans. You don’t see sharply dressed business people with their briefcases or stick-thin fashionistas working their heels here when you look out the window. This could be a small town in rural Ontario or anywhere in North America.

It’s a charming little place. The population is just over 2,000 and there is one main street. Right now I am sitting in a cute café writing this and people watching from the window at the same time. I feel a little like a 21st century Kerouac, minus the moleskine but with the addition of a laptop. I had a mocha but now am drinking chai tea.


The coffee shop/ bookstore I am in is called The Story Tree. It is quite artsy with crochet throws, little plants, rustic wooden chairs, cookbooks displayed on the counter and acoustic music softly playing in the back. There is a small play area in the back and a lounge area with a table for new mothers to chat while their kids play. Sometimes I wonder if that is the life I would be living had I been born in a small country town and secondly would I enjoy it because from a glance it doesn’t seem too bad.