I still remember walking back that night, my senses heightened by the Slivovitz, looking up at the clear night sky sprinkled with stars that I couldn’t have ever seen from my office, breathing in the crisp air, in a town whose name I still didn’t know.
It was my first travel moment.
I was hooked. I needed more.
So off I went.
Post by Sarine Arslanian
Growing up in Western countries, we are often brought to believe in a somewhat narrow definition of beauty, and the media doesn’t really help much in broadening our minds. Yet, beauty is a multi-faceted concept which can mean different things depending on whom you talk to.
In the Omo Valley of Southern Ethiopia, home to the Mursi people, local women are famous for the colourful clay plates they wear in their lower lips. Driving South from the capital, it took me a couple of days to reach their villages.
Post by Diary of a Productive Person
Whilst dreaming of my Italian holiday, my dreams were limited to Tuscany, Portofino, Cinque Terre, Amalfi Coast, Lake Como, and of course the big Italian cities such as Florence and Rome and Venice. I admit that this doesn't sound like a bad dream by any means (#firstworldproblems) but what never featured in this dream was this glorious, unexplored region called Piedmont (even John Brunton from the Guardian agrees).
By Ankita Joshi aka @married_to_a_beardo. This blog was originally featured in the Economic Times.
"Next weekend we are going to Gokarna!" I said, on a video call with mom.
'Where's that?" she asked.
"All I know is that there are beaches and its in Northwest Karnataka", I said.
Two days later, while in a meeting, I received around five calls in quick succession from my mom. Worried that it was some kind of emergency, I called back. To my surprise and relief, my mom answered the phone in extreme excitement, and asked with enthusiasm:
Post by Nomad Diaries
With such poor holiday allowance in the U.S (still can’t get over that) we try to squeeze a trip to see some new places whenever we can. You become picky with where you want to go and how much time to spend there, if you only have peanuts for the days off. Distances in the U.S or – broader – both Americas, are not small! So you kind of need few extra days as often standard weekend just won’t cut it (sobbing, thinking of those quick weekends away in Asia or Europe). But, then we thought – screw it, let’s do it. We decided that extra days of paid time off in the U.S will most likely never happen, so we may as well just use wisely the amount of days we have.
So here we are. Doing a trip to see 3 canyons across 3 US states in 4 days. Awesome. Pushing it with our freshly fledged 16 months old gal? Maybe. Especially that road trips aren’t her thing – we don’t own a car, so longer rides aren’t our usual gig (so un-American, I know).
Post by Finding Jules
Agafay Desert - Morocco
Before I even knew where I was going to be in Morocco, whether it was spending time up north in Fez or Chefchaouen, or going south to Marrakesh--regardless of where I was, or how many days I was going to be in the country, if there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that I was going to camp in the desert.
The Trotter journey began where most dreams do. Travelling.
With a backpack strapped to our backs and the rare shaft of sunlight happily received by the rugged mountains, the swept plains and the weary travellers alike. With the buzz of travellers meeting for the first time. With high anticipation of the adventures to come pulsating through the air.
Patagonia. You've never seen anything like it.
Post by Carmen Huter
The most potent volcanic eruption ever recorded took place in 186AD. Only a few minutes thereafter, Aotearoa’s North Island was entirely coated in thick, toxic ash. Following the event, a freshwater lake – the biggest in Australasia – was formed. A lake as large as Singapore and as deep as a 39 story building (159m, that is). A lake with the name of Lake Taupo.
Having returned to the region many, many times again in the past 12 months, I thought it’s only appropriate I take the time to create a Taupo travel guide. One with all the essentials and an extra sprinkling of insider knowledge. You ready? Let’s explore!
Post from A Diary of a Productive Person. Originally posted on 9 April 2014.
I am an aurora hunter.
Mr. Spanjy and I always dreamt of seeing the Northern Lights. Last year we trekked to Iceland and even though we saw a lot of stuff, we unfortunately did not see the Northern Lights.
So when Mr. Spanjy said to me that he had four days of annual leave he MUST use before end of March, I could think of no better way to make most of this opportunity than giving ourselves a second chance at seeing the lights. We did our research and booked four nights in Tromso, Norway and on Sunday 23rd of March 2014, our dream of seeing the aurora borealis came true.