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Dubai Free Zone Offers Excellent Business Opportunities For Foreigners
Did you know that a person can start a business in Dubai? Yes, a foreign national can actually open a company in Dubai, which is also true for expats. The total population of the city is over 80 percent foreign, with many of these having their own thriving businesses.
By Joey Franklin5 years ago in Journal
Latest Canada Immigration News /2021- Rural & Northern Immigration Pilot
In the latest Canada Immigration News /2021 , the City of Sudbury successfully recommended 11 candidates in its first year of service of the Rural & Northern Immigration Pilot (RNIP), considering the coronavirus crisis’s effects.
By Theimmigration Consultants5 years ago in Journal
Discover Miami Aboard a Yacht
Miami Boat Rentals and Yacht Charters from YBH Florida Welcome to the yachting capital of the world! With regards to cruising in south Florida, this is the spot to be. With its noteworthy craftsmanship scene, flavorful Cuban cooking, and stunningly clear waters, there could be no more excellent spot for an experience on the water than Miami. Here, the city meets the coastline in a climate like no other: cruising in the Magic City, you'll take pleasure in astounding perspectives on the city horizon in the midst of dazzling blue water and a sea breeze. Discover Miami aboard a yacht with YBH.
By Kelly Wilson5 years ago in Journal
Cruisin for a Bruisin
One year ago, I was on a cruise ship in the Pacific Ocean between California and Mexico. With an ice cream cone in my hand and wearing a Hawaiian shirt that was only partly buttoned, I was living my best life. Music was blasting. I was with great people. Surely, this was one of the most fun and social weeks of my life. Little did I know that days later a pandemic would force me to socially distance myself to those that I love most. My gratitude for this vacation only grew as the months of pandemic-living continued.
By Chris Davenforth5 years ago in Journal
Why is Canada so attractive for game developers?
This is a questions asked by many whether from within the video game industry or from bystanders noticing how popular this entertainment is. There are several reasons as to why so many game companies either are created from scratch in that environment or coming from elsewhere in the country or abroad. The most convincing example is definitely Ubisoft. Before coming in Montréal, Québec, they were in few parts of France, mainly Paris and Montpellier (in the South where Rayman was created). Then in 1997, something happened. They were convinced by a smart lobbyist to expand in Canada. Meanwhile, that same lobbyist managed to convinced the Québec government to help the French company with some tax incentives. The rest is history. However, what makes Canada so attractive for game development goes way beyond money. It absolutely helps but it can’t be only that and it’s not.
By Antoine Clerc-Renaud5 years ago in Journal
Welcome to the Wardy and issues with 'The American'
As I've mentioned the Star had two bars the regular crew bar and an officers ward room and the rules on the Star meant staff such as myself could go to the Wardy (as it was known). Beyond the clear ship class issues this created it was nice to have a usually quietier bar where you could have a conversation with someone without having to yell at them over eastern european techno. A big issue with the crew bar is that many crew will sit in the bar by language or department and their respective mafias, over there the Italian officers hitting on any girl that moved with most old enough to be there grandfathers! Then you had the Indian and Fillipino mafias who kept the ship running, indeed on most ships those two nationalites make up the bulk of a ships compliment.
By Neil Gregory5 years ago in Journal
Death by Any Other Name
Five day before my birthday, the year of 2020, I decided I needed to challenge myself. I wanted to have a good relaxing birthday, and to feel good about this, I came to the conclusion that I needed to exert myself. So I went to Crater Lake seeking the longest hike I could find. 30 miles from start to finish, two or three days max. I began the first day full of vim and vigor. Happy and full of love for the day. It proceeded well, over hill and under hill till it turned dark. 20 miles and many lovely photos later, I set up camp and slept; tired, but fulfilled. The next morning began as any other, happy to be in nature and on the wild lands. I set off at a good clip, and with high spirits. A few hours later, I came to a fork in the road. The signage slightly confusing, but I remained confident that I was on the Right path. Further hours slipped by. I knew I should have found water by now and grew nervous. The water was quite important, as I had been counting on finding it for a resupply. I reached the next fork in the road and sat down to think, knowing that I should have found water by now I must be on the wrong path. Now, a new dilemma rises. To try and forage onward, or turn back? After an internal battle of pride and logic, I decided on the Devil I knew. Backwards. As I started on the journey behind, I grew disenchanted. I knew that I had already gone six to eight miles in the wrong direction. With the headstrong idea that I wasted to make true progress that day, I picked up my pace. Hours pass, out of water and slowing down, I plodded on. Around 2:00 it gets to the point where I start having trouble breathing due to the thick coating of foam in my mouth and throat. The only answer I can think of is extreme, but doable. So I took out my empty water bottle and filled it with the only thing I had left. After drinking what little urine I could produce, my mouth and throat cleared up. All I was left with was the taste of shame, shame that I had only myself to blame for this predicament I had landed myself in. It is only fair to tell you how desperate I had become, yelling out for help since my last "drink". Hours later, I met a traveler. The moment I started talking to the man, I felt reassured. He gave me what water he could spare, and continued on, I asked for nothing more, and was more than grateful. It saved my life. I spent the rest of the day in a determined trudge. By the time five or six rolled by, I was back to a foamed mouth. Continuing on until it's so dark I could barely see my hands in front of my face. Storm clouds were blowing in, and I found myself camped on the top of a peak as the last light left. Knowing how badly I needed water, I left the top off my tent. Dreaming of the water brewing in the clouds. I woke up to droplets hitting my face about an hour later, it was salvation. I licked the water off the mesh top of the roof and waited for more to develop. And did it ever. I kept awake licking until I was able to try and fall asleep, but when it rains, it pours. I was soon woken up, in a pool of water. I slurped it off the floor thankfully, but I knew it wouldn't end. The cold sunk in, along with a wet chill. I was hydrated, but at the cost of body temperature and perhaps light hypothermia. One hurdle passed.. I spent the rest of the night sitting upright, doing my best not to become sodden. slurping up water and yelling to keep away the cold winds touch. It was truly the longest night of my life. I was scared that if I fell asleep I wouldn't wake back up. So I sat, and thought and shivered and yelled until first light. Then, with no other option, I packed up my now soaked pack, and ambled on. I was weary now, water was gained by brushing up against evergreens and sucking it out of my sweater. A hard truth kept me moving: the cold had a hold on me, if I stopped, starting again would only get harder. So I kept on, a pace faster than the previous day, trotting down hills for as long as I could. I knew it had to be under ten miles at this point. Then my final test presented itself. A beast had crossed my path. A beautiful bull elk stood in the path, sun beams filtering all about him though the trees. I first saw him about 50 yards off, but I couldn't make myself stop moving. So I walked towards him arms wide, talking on intention and brotherhood of the wilds. Fully expecting him to charge. Then, he made his call, High and Wonderous. That bugling call that I now associate with hope itself. He sauntered off, and I watched as he and two females walked up the mount to my right. It sobered me. from Hypothermia, or pure tiredness I know not. With a few of my senses regained, I speculated thinking on druids and our dwindling bonds with nature. I digress. After a few more hours, I made it to the road. I was able to flag down an car, who called the rangers, and finally with their patient help. I made it back to my car. Shaking and attempting not to breaking down in the aftermath of my misguided adventure. I drove away, fresh clothes and a welling heart, I speed away from the place that might have been my demise. I think. And I scream. And I call those who would have missed me most. Those who would have wept hardest of all. The fear settles in fully and the pain in my feet reminds me of my neglect, And at long last, I pray to a long forgotten God that I am thankful.
By drew raymond5 years ago in Journal
Journey to a new place
Analise used to dream about going to the states. She used to dream of what she would become, the friends she would make and the home she would live in. It had always been a dream of hers to start over with opportunities to grow. Analise was from the virgin islands. Warm weather and sandy beaches surrounded her, but she always wondered what it would be like to live somewhere else. To not live the same routine repeatedly.
By MICHELLE SMITH5 years ago in Journal
Transhipping Take 2: & my last days on the Sapphire!
With a week to go on the Sapphire I was deeply depressed that I was going to be stuck in Alaska again working under someone with less experience than me. I didn't get a promotion after my 2nd contract (where I'll grudingly admit my senior was right) but I had worked hard on the Sapphire and our sales of around 13 or 14 DVD's had improved to around a 7 day Mexico record (at the time) of 60+ DVD's sold. We did break a few rules at the time to pad out our sales but at the end of the day the companies main reason for existing was money.
By Neil Gregory5 years ago in Journal
