You can plan an itinerary, but you can’t plan for people. And while we build the trips, it’s you guys that really write the stories.
Travel is life’s greatest friendship machine. New friends are forged within it, and existing friends go through it together, coming out that other side that much stronger (provided nobody leaves the passports in the hotel bar).
With close ties to Spain and Mexico from the fabled galleon trade, and enough pristine beaches, coral reefs and jungle-covered bluffs to overwhelm even the keenest island-hopper, the Philippines are the last frontier of Asian tourism.
In the sand sea of the Sahara, stars are life. Ancient nomads used them to navigate at night, trusting the celestial bodies to lead them safely through the dunes.
There are a lot of myths about sailing the high seas. Some people think you need to know the nautical names of every sheet (sorry, ropey thing) and smell of seaweed all day, others reckon you can only do it on a giant cruise ship with four cinemas and a pants-exploding buffet station.
When sailing in Europe, you have to slap yourself every once in a while to make sure you haven’t stumbled into a cliché. Lying on a warm deck, with the waves of the Mediterranean lapping against the hull and the cliff-top villages of Amalfi drifting past the starboard bow, it can all get a little surreal.
Using a few simple techniques, this fine gentleman has blown minds the world over with his ability to pack a month’s worth of holiday gear into a carry-on suitcase.
John McLeay’s love affair with Asian food began with the crunch of a fried grasshopper from a Thailand street stall in his early twenties. Ever since, he has travelled the lands of Burma, Cambodia, Thailand, China and Vietnam, learning the secrets of the region’s delicious yet delicate balance of flavours.