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Customs and traditions make for some of the best travel stories. Here are travel posts from Inside the Travel Lab on customs and practices from around the world, from curses to parties, religious processions to setting food on fire, to declaring undying love…
In many a culture, the lusciousness of a woman’s locks says something about her status. […]
Why South Africa is called the Rainbow Nation I’m in South Africa right now and […]
In Myanmar/Burma, people use thanaka on their cheeks to stay beautiful and to protect against […]
Spain has the Tomatina, Britain has cheese-rolling and Texas has rodeo. Step forward Australia, with […]
Wherever you are and whatever you think about Christmas, I hope that you’ve had a […]
Weinachtsbaumschmuckausstattungsgeschäft. At 40 letters long, Weinachtsbaumschmuckausstattungsgeschäft’s the longest word there is, at least on the snowy-sweet streets of Basel. And while…
Kakadu. The sound is soft yet distinctive, like a bird call that rolls and unfolds across the willows and the reeds, the waters, the low and smoky air, to reach me on the scrunched and scorched soil. On the earth that is itself Kakadu.
Ready, Set… Boom. The London 2012 Olympics are here. I watched the flames fill each […]
I love this photo. I love the smoke, I love the skin creases…
A surprise find in the Roman Colosseum…
How do we know when we’ve arrived when we travel? Because we recognise the image we’ve already seen. We think we’re chasing new experiences but we’re actually chasing our memories.” Dr Gillespie
The steam rising out of the drain cover caught my attention first. It was a cold, vengefully cold mid-winter morning in
Sparks hissed from the fire where we clustered beneath the stars. The group fell silent, waiting for Hussein to finish his story. He sat cross-legged, wearing the traditional thawb and keffiyeh, his deep eyes lined with kohl.
“My darling,” he said, fixing his eyes on the girl in front of him. “Forget the astronomer. Come with me. I’ll show you the stars in the day.”
Fika. So said the letters, so said my host. It was not yet four in the afternoon and I began to brace myself.
The word fika, I decided, had all the hallmarks of a potent local spirit, the sort that could stand in for paint stripper on an identity parade and would give you a headache as soon as look at you…
“I’m not a cook. I’m a fixer man.”
It’s a striking opening line from anyone, but coming from Fabián Martín, it sounds particularly ominous…
Whenever I feel the cold breath of winter on my neck as autumn runs out of time, my tastebuds turn to octopus, the signature dish at…
“You have blood on your hands,” she said as she jabbed me in the ribs. “And you’re celebrating mass murder.”
As a travel writer with a British passport, the first statement is something of an occupational hazard…
I arrived in Schwarzenberg just as the funeral procession entered the graveyard. Scratched clouds lingered overhead, matching the mourners’ sorrow with their weightless, clawing rain…
A clock plods through its strict rhythm as the clink of china echoes through
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