The cluster of dwellings, a motley collection of ancient ruins and pristine modern cottages, beckoned, as I swerved off the road running parallel to the Noce torrent.
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Towards the end of our time in Mozambique, my wife and I had arranged to meet a friend in Metangula, a small strip of a town on the shores of ...
With each passing kilometre along the E55, my hopes for picturesque
Pomak villages nestled in the foothills of the Rhodope Mountains became snarled
up in the plastic debris that littered ...
Rather than getting on another, we were to wait at the airport “until arrangements could be made.”
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Best known for her food writing, in Map of Another Town the American writer M.F.K. Fisher takes us on a virtual tour of the French town of Aix-en-Provence. ...
From behind the walls, always, I could smell it, women lighting fires for cooking and the aroma of toasting millet rose with the smoke.
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Now I am standing before this timelessly powerful monument, breathing the cold air in awe, remembering the House of David and the crusades, thinking that this is the source, this ...
So this is East Germany, 1972. We scramble for our passports, watching passengers exit under machine guns aimed at our train from atop nineteenth-century iron catwalks arching above the tracks. ...
The cop climbs in the back seat and introduces himself, Naim. Like many Afghans he has just one name.
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We had, however, not experienced a moment’s error in Japan’s transport schedules – so far.
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For me, the colony of lights that speckle the midnight city is always preferable to the monarchic blaze of the summer sky.
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I had taken some thirty years ago – a walk that had stunned and disturbed me at the time, but which I had since almost forgotten… ...
It was thirteen years ago that I set foot on your shores, as a starry-eyed, newly married, first-time expat.
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I was in a foul mood, which the blandness of the place, coupled with the annoyingly present weather like a child incessantly badgering us, did nothing to assuage. ...
As one of the few establishments in Osaka that may possibly have offered a vegetarian option, this restaurant had taken us longer to locate than expected, seeing as Google Maps ...
On the one hand, we were happy to walk freely on a narrow path that not too long beforehand would have been heaving with crowds. On the other, we were ...
The first time we saw Gion was in the evening, during a light rain. And what a seductive show it put on. The pink sun diminished between buildings seemingly held ...
The Land of the Rising Sun is also the Land of Many Faces.
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Read part one of this series here.
Due to the back-and-forth nature of our trip, we gave ourselves only two days in Tokyo before we were ...
“New Haven itself is a crime scene, the site of historic and continuing racism, segregation, and social inequality.” So wrote a scholar of the city at the turn of ...
