When you’ve traveled in a region before, know something of its language and think nothing of toting a guidebook, it can be tempting to think there’s little to be gained from organised group travel.
If you’re an American who thought you’d never be able to get to Cuba, it’s time to rethink your thinking.
“Cool camera! Can I see?”
I turned around. Before me, one of the street kids that haunt the markets of Chiang Mai, all knees and elbows and wearing a faded blue singlet with flip-flops. He was pointing at the camera around my neck, an old East German Praktica from the 1980s, silver grey.
Why wait until the summer for your next holiday? There are countless good reasons to escape in spring – to beat the crowds, enjoy a milder climate and see some gorgeous spring scenes. The trouble is, there’s so much world to choose from, it can be impossible to know where to start. So we thought we’d lend a hand by picking some of our favourite itineraries to undertake in spring. Here’s the top five.
Sometimes, things happen in life that make you completely lose your mind. And if one were to pen a list of preferred venues for one to lose their mind in, a library would nay be anywhere near the top.
With Halloween fast approaching, things are getting spooky at Intrepid. Several staff called in sick during the full moon and we’re pretty sure there’s a malevolent presence haunting the downstairs coffee machine.
Whizzing through the skies and trekking through rainforests right now are travellers of every shape, size and background, passionate about everything from ancient Peruvian pottery to Germany’s underground rave scene. Somewhere out there is a person who shares your obsession with boutique Belgian beers, or that quirky urge to follow Bogie and Bergman’s footsteps in Casablanca.
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.
Maybe it’s the broadening of existential horizons that comes with seeing how different folk dwell – or perhaps it’s just long beach-bound days perfectly suited to naval-gazing – but overseas travel has a habit of bedevilling the professional ambitions of even the most career-satisfied.
You know the score: one week you’re perfectly content toiling away in the sensibly chosen industry of your sensibly completed qualification, the next you’re in Cuba ruminating that your true calling may be as an antique watch-repairer. And while such whimsical wanderings usually last no longer than the evening’s final mojito, overseas adventurings can on occasion herald vocational redirections of the most drastic variety. Take Charles Darwin for instance.