I grew up on Syokimau Farm in Kenya, not far from the Ngong Hills.
My mother and I lived in a converted chicken slaughterhouse on the former sisal plantation a...
This morning, I pulled on my wool socks
Dug out of a box on the shelf, a hope in vain
To hamper the damp Oregon chill,
This ever-present, wet weight seeping ...
A new, amazing chapter in life began for me the second I broke the bonds of earth.
No, I don’t fly airplanes. I’m not your typical pilot. I fly something e...
It can be challenging to turn a love of travel into a career, but here's a success story to inspire anyone who's ever had an inkling of wanderlust.
Wendy Pas...
This traditional, open-air market is over a century old, in the heart of a now otherwise ultra-modern city. Souq Waqif translates to "the standing market."
I ...
Café culture is central to the life of porteños, as the people who live in Buenos Aires are called. They get together to talk about anything and everything ov...
I think fell in love with the woods when I was a kid.
It must have been those camping trips we took every weekend, fishing out of the creek with found lines an...
Every once in awhile, the name of a novel you last read five years ago, or a painting you last saw two years ago, or a song your mom used to play growing up, ha...
Gaijin is the word in Japan for foreigner. If you're not Japanese, this is what you are. The nail that sticks up in Japan is hammered down. The gaijin can't be ...
I was on my second visit to New Zealand. My memories of my first trip, twenty years previously, were hazy. I recall going for a walk on arrival, and coming acro...
I had the pleasure of speaking with Erica Hartnick, one of the beautiful brains behind Yoga Trade, the site that connects travel and yoga enthusiasts with work,...
I could feel the heat from the roiling lava lake immediately below me. If this were anywhere else, there probably would’ve been some sort of railing or safety...
