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How exciting to see the new dawning of a new day at Panorama in a moment when travel and travel writing are undergoing a long-overdue...
As Rob Dückers, our tour guide for the day at the Amsterdam Museum, explained the Dutch’s practical mindset of making money, I couldn’t help but...
When I meet new people, they ask me what words I know and I say what sounds like, luego, so I pronounce the word as,...
The hooks in my chest are tethered to a bungee cord that is clipped to a ring hanging from the ceiling. I lean back, past...
To recontextualize the violence of the body (this is especially the case with bodies called ‘girl’) is a difficult task requiring strong legs, loose hips,...
I let go of my family who purchased me, with hopes of connecting with my family who sold me to them. I find myself considering,...
The first letter I ever wrote to a magazine was to volunteer to be sent to a space colony so Planet Earth could be relieved...
The train was approaching. The adrenaline kicked into my system. We were joining the commuters in their daily crossing of Thane Creek from Old Mumbai...
After living in 12 different houses over the course of 50 years, I realised that the way to appraise space is to discover how it...
From the size of this issue, it’s clear that the evocative (and elastic) theme of Space resonated with many. When I first heard it, my...
I step foot on Calle Capón, one hand on my saddlebag dangling across my left shoulder. It’s half past noon, my second week in Lima....
I stopped at the Ömeriye hamam on my walk back from Nicosia’s northern, Turkish side. The Ottomans built the bathhouse, but today it stands on...
During a recent flight-free trip from Berlin (Germany) to Fès (Morocco), I crossed the borders between Germany, France, Spain, the strait of Gibraltar and Morocco....
Early pandemic, 2020. The sun rises in Santa Fe around six in July. I wake up to seventy-degree air, which feels merciful after having spent...
On the port of Haifa, in a stale boardroom, a young American with a forced smile representing the Rhapsody of the Sea, a cruise ship...
The playground is a frenetic menagerie. Small, high-pitched voices pierce the air like the static of a TV channel that has signed off. Running feet...
The grand old train station, Hua Lamphong, in central Bangkok, has no cafe per se. Instead there is a food court. The food court offers...
Looking back at this Comix now, almost a year and four months after the invasion first started, two things come to mind. First, humans are...
It’s hard to imagine a more evocative (or more urgent) travel theme than BORDERS. The pieces featured in this issue of Decolonising Travel all engage...
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