Works as a television broadcast journalist in the Canadian prairies, and enjoys travel, photography and telling stories.
Shanelle Kaul is a television broadcast journalist in the Canadian prairies. She is a graduate of Ryerson University's journalism program, and enjoys travel, photography and telling stories.
Shanelle got the travel bug in 2011 when she visited India after nearly a decade. Between getting arrested in Bombay, and learning the art of yoga in ancient Hindu temples, she thrives on adventure.
Shanelle is also a speaker for Passages Canada, an initiative by Historica Canada to share stories of cultural identity across the country.
Morocco is a curious traveller's dream. As you follow the aroma of spicy kebabs and vegetable tagines ahead, you can't escape the vendors selling handicrafts who ask you to stop for a peek into their shops. The souks in these old cities surely excites the senses, but there is more to Morocco than what's found in these commonly-travelled areas.
The town of jasper is quaint, lined with little bistros and boutiques. Like most ski towns, the people are friendly and its long summer days make it the perfect place to spend an adventure-filled weekend.
My father tells me stories about growing up in Kashmir. He describes it as a wealth of natural beauty tucked high away in India's north, with unique cuisine and local craftsmanship. While years of political unrest makes this state especially interesting to the curious traveller, much of what he remembers has since been washed away.
Hungary is rich with culture and the Turkish influences make it one of the most exotic European countries. It's capital city -- Budapest -- boasts beautiful skylines, rich cuisine and a vibrant nightlife, while still being budget-friendly. Thus, a traveller's dream.
Just as you'd expect Paris is a beautiful place where the wine is cheap and the men are suave, but there is much more to this city than the Mona Lisa and picnics on the left bank. There is Montmartre: a magical neighborhood tucked away in the city's 18th arrondissement.
What no one ever told me was that these dashing men exist amongst an array of trashy crude catcallers who tend to prey on twenty-something, English-speaking women. To my dismay, I learned this in the worst possible way.