The last time I travelled to Mexico, I weaved my way through neighbouring Guatemala. The only problem was explaining who my guide was to customs.
‘Geocaching’ is the odd leisure pursuit where one uses GPS to discover hidden junk. However, it is known to sometimes end up in a police distress call, and always in a pub afterwards.
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.