traveller stories

With onsen, exercise, and freedom to escape the crowds amidst a beautiful and varied landscape, could there be a better way to explore Japan?

There have been many stories written already about La Habana. Mine probably isn’t all that different, except that I’ll start with the ending.

The intriguing stories of Rastafarianism and the origins of humanity, unusual wildlife and the call of the Simien Mountains proved too enticing to ignore.

It’s 4pm in Tokyo and I’m deep underground, a puzzled expression on my face.

I’m in a dusty desert town, somewhere in the Kasbah Valleys of Morocco. I am being scrubbed raw by a woman our guide calls ‘Mama Africa’.

We had one especially grueling seven-hour bus ride but he and I talked the entire time and it ended up only feeling like one.

El Salvador was the last Central American country on my list and I regret not visiting it sooner. Come with an open heart and you will be welcomed with open arms.

I didn’t have much time to get nervous, but the common first-time solo travel jitters were running through my mind. Will I get lost? Will I get lonely? Who’s got my back if something goes wrong?

Our Shinkansen bullet train to Takayama rushes through the bellies of mountains, past snow-weary evergreens and rice fields resting under sheets of pure, white snow. Small alpine towns race by…