Mexico's San Cristobal de las Casas has hippies, overpriced beers and buildings that spontaneously explode.
Sometimes I even disgust myself.
There's nothing more beautiful than a well packed bag, and nothing uglier than a bag packed like a dog's breakfast.
Now that I've finally conquered Galapagos, I can officially say you don't need to incinerate your savings to actually put together a decent trip.
Done wrong, travel can be can be one of the most closed-minded, narcissistic experiences possible. The world flattens into two dimensions, like those cheesy backgrounds used in driving scenes in old Hollywood flicks. The background moves, but there's no sense of motion. The frame remains focused on you, because you're the only constant. What could possibly be more narcissistic?
The fertile thumb of land north of the Atlas Mountains is the heart of Moroccan civilization. This is where Amazigh, Arab and French culture have fermented into a
The southern desert is probably best described as Morocco's deep end. Sandwiched between the Atlas Mountains and the disputed territory of Western Sahara, Morocco's south is a desolate strip of dusty wasteland peppered with sand-swept towns and villages stubbornly weathering the searing hot winds.
The Ecuadorian village of Oyacachi is a brilliant example of community-managed tourism at its best.
Every country has its quirks, and Ecuador is no exception.
Mongolia's capital, Ulaanbaatar, is a typical shithole.