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I went to Santo Domingo, a sweltering, smoggy metropolis on the edge of a half-island in the Caribbean, as part of my undergraduate university’s study...
“While not all of us may spend our lives travelling around the world, and some of us may not even leave the corners of our...
Welcome to the second edition of our weekly Sunday Magazine. Each Sunday, we bring you selected travel-themed works from around the world, including poetry, memoir,...
It was in the town of Shkodra, in northern Albania, that I first picked up the name Edith Durham. Strolling the streets in the dry...
Over 1,200 years ago, disgruntled Norse Viking sailed northward and started a new society, complete with a parliament, on an island they called Snæland, “land...
It’s 1989, my brother’s fourth birthday. We all huddle together on Towan Beach, our backs against the autumn sea-gusts, and anoint him with headphones and...
The thunder and lightning crash so hard around my home it knocks paintings from the wall and tchotchkes to the floor. A wall of rain...
Capable—if unreliable—little motorcycles, a used Honda Win can be had for around US$200. Boasting 110cc engines, endlessly replaced, welded and salvaged clutches, wheels, brakes, handlebars,...
Perhaps more than any other time in recent history, how we see places and one another will determine what happens next to our human family....
My husband’s friends lived east of the city, and whenever we visited, I was jealous of their space. Their living room was wide, the backyard...
I am standing barefoot on the soft green brow of Cleeve Hill, the highest point in Gloucestershire, holding up a faded cream-cotton parasol against the...
When I quit smoking the night before we left, it felt like a joke. My first attempt, in Korea, had been cutting down to five...
I had just stepped into Malaysia. Thailand was behind me. The customs officer beamed and nodded, recognising immediately that I was a fellow Malaysian. “Hello,...
I walked down the ramp, to the edge of the river, and sat on the quay, my calves and feet dangling above the water. I...
The cliché is that the French are obsessed with sex. But I would argue that if the French, and Parisians in particular, are fixated on...
In the aftermath of a catastrophe, such as a suicide, it is so much easier to be reminiscent and melancholy. We wallow in the why...
In July 1961 Grace Bumbry strode onstage at the Bayreuth Festival. She was 24, and had earned positive reviews at a few major opera houses...
Back in Marseille, it’s still possible to swim in the late reaches of October. The water, not being oceanic, stays warm, and like the temperature...
Sunlight streams through the plate glass windows of The Dupont Circle Hotel’s elegant café on a Thursday during the quiet time between lunch and happy...