I travelled to a refugee camp in Lebanon, a place mostly populated by the children of Palestine. What I saw was hope walking alongside hopelessness.
As a female, and female travel writer, Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ has tarred us with a very particular brush.
Being asked to self-isolate in New York, a city not built with personal space in mind, pulls at the very soul of our social Gotham.
I might be an Australian who has travelled to most of the world, but the worst sight to be seen may be my fellow citizens.
More and more, we’re opting for a holiday away from ourselves. In other words, a detox from our connected lives.
Once upon a time, I travelled to Nashville to find Keith Urban. Instead, I found Holly, George W. Bush and the devil.