the writer of this article is my hero.. i have to ask, whats the precise limit to this crap? i like to travel and absorb bits and pieces of wherever i go. i have a leather mayan calendar on my wall (from when i visited the yucatan) i have olive items in my house (from greece and malta) and i have a coconut bracer carved by a jamaican man i frequently like to wear. oh, and i was born and lived in canada from my welsh and scottish parents, live in southern england and speak with a slight cornish accent that has wormed its way into my own speech from almost a decade of living here. oh, and im a brown belt in kung fu. what kind of monster am i??