Posts in category ”Travel destinations”
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Mythbusting in Wellington
I’m currently in Wellington, New Zealand. At latitude 41°S, it’s the southernmost national capital city in the world. This is about as far south as you can get without hiking through Patagonia.
New Years Eve in Sydney
Sydney on New Year’s Eve is like someone spiked the Kool-Aid and handed it to an entire continent. The city gleams with a kind of sweaty anticipation, shimmering in the December heat as tourists and locals alike fight for a view of the harbor.
Bricks of Segovia
Spain has a knack for building things that last. Cathedrals, empires, grudges. And in Segovia, it all comes together in stone, mortar and defiance of gravity.
Viva Las Vegas
Las Vegas appears as a sun-scorched mirage in the Nevada desert. Built on broken dreams, cocktail napkin promises and the undying hope that maybe this is the night the dice will roll your way.
The beauty of Big Sur
There are places that feel like the edge of the world. And then there’s Big Sur, a stretch of California coastline so brutally beautiful it makes you question your place in the universe.
Back in San Francisco
From the moment I hit the slopes of Powell Street, it feels like slipping into an old leather jacket. Perhaps I never left the streets of San Francisco in my mind.
London calling
For some reason, London has never really been one of my favorites. “Bad food, worse weather” as they once put it in the movie Snatch. A swirling mess of fog, fried carbs and five centuries of imperial guilt jammed into a modern-day Monopoly board.
With the Terminal man at Charles de Gaulle
I was recently sitting in Terminal 2 at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, reading The Terminal Man, the tale about Merhan Karimi Nasseri who has been living in Terminal 1 of CDG for 16 years.
Rendez-vous in Rio
Rio de Janeiro is the kind of city that shouts, sings and sweats through your shirt before breakfast. This city isn’t just alive, it pulses like a samba drumline placed on eternal repeat.
Passing through Paraty
Paraty is one of those colonial towns frozen in amber, where the streets were laid by sadistic masons with a grudge against ankles. Cobblestones the size of baby skulls, slick with centuries of rain and regret.