The Zambezi River curls by my deck at the Ntwala Island Lodge, dark river beneath a muted orange and red sun, dying to the African day. The river is laced with crocs, peppered with hippos, and surrounded by clouds of birds, cawing, screaming and cooing. There are super aggressive fish in the river—tiger fish that…

Last summer I took time off. Really took time off—how a European takes time off.  I didn’t intend to be gone so long, but it just turned into five weeks.  And I needed it. I hadn’t had a real vacation in years … you know, the kind where you actually turn off your computer and…

City of God is one of the roughest movies I’ve ever seen. It’s a drama about teenagers growing up in the slums of Rio de Janeiro. Before I went to Brazil this was one of the few reference points I had, and though somewhat intrepid as a traveler, I was apprehensive. However, we cannot know…

While much of my travel involves adventure and plenty of activity, even the most adventurous of us find ourselves traveling for other reasons. Like business. The modern traveler faces a situation that did not plague the traveler of the far past—we aren’t carrying hundreds of pounds of stuff, nor fixing wagon wheels, wrestling stubborn camels,…