What is it about Asia that throws up strange and unusual places to rest your head? It’s as if there’s some inaudible signal being broadcast causing architects and hoteliers to try and one-up each other in a race towards the weird and wonderful. Hey, I know, let’s make them sleep in a giant elephant! No, why not in tiny cubicles stacked like sardine tins! It’s like Lewis Carol and Gaudi decided to get together and start a small interior design business.
One thing should be made perfectly clear before diving into this list: every city, village, hamlet and fjord in Iceland could likely be considered a “small-town” by definition.
Rice, beans, plantain, tortillas, quesadilla, guacamole, salsa, tequila…need we go on? Food in Central America is one (very prominent!) reason we love this part of the world so much.
Here, we share some cuisine which may have gone under the radar in the past. Move over Mexico, your neighbours have some pretty sensational tastebud pleasers of their own.
It’s an iconic American image – the endless expanse of the open road. And just like Australians can’t drive more than a few hundred kilometres before coming across a giant mango or something, Americans have their own quirky fondness for bizarre roadside attractions.
Some people are lucky enough to get to travel the world for a living. Two such souls are chef and activist, Daniel Klein and filmmaker Mirra Fine. Collectively known as The Perennial Plate, the couple travel the world exploring the wonders, complexities and stories behind the ever more connected global food system.
“His screams stuck in my head,” recalls Sangduen ‘Lek’ Chailert, of an occasion she saw an injured elephant being forced to work. “I looked in his eyes and I couldn’t believe how much they expressed his anger. I had to make a promise to him. And that promise was that I would speak out for and provide a home for these elephants”.
After five years of sprints, squats and step curls – give or take a few weeks on travels when there hasn’t been a group cycle class to jump in on – a fellow fitness enthusiast recently asked me “Why do you exercise?”
Honestly, I had never contemplated this question before. In five whole years I had not thought about why I put my body through rigorous lobster-face inducing workouts. As we were lying in our dormitory on an adventure through Western Australia, I had to really contemplate my answer. Was it because I loved the freedom of wearing crazy neon vest tops and printed leggings? Was it the weight loss? Was it because of the endorphins? Was it because I suddenly had a whole new group of friends who were all as mad about exercise as me? Or was it the competition with myself?