We’re in a Prius – yes, that’s right, a shiny blue Prius – zipping through switchbacks littered with livestock and small children, and I think it’s safe to say that we’ve hired Sri Lanka’s worst driver. Sure, driving in other…

Saying farewell to that little slice of paradise didn’t come easy. I wished to change course, to never leave. To spend our days fading away under warm rays in salty waters, on a planet that felt all our own –…

The definition of perfection, according to Google, is the condition, state, or quality of being free, or as free as possible, from all flaws or defects. And every once in a while, our path leads us to a place that…

My hand outstretched, barely gripping the metal bar in front of me, as I tried to steady my feet, but the push and pull of the ever increasing crowd was swallowing us whole. As we slowly pulled up to each…

Sri Lanka might be full of fascinating places to visit, but Colombo isn’t exactly one of them – let’s just be honest. It’s reminiscent of Delhi without the cultural and historical sites to redeem itself. It’s dirty, chaotic, crowded and…

The truth is, I didn’t take her seriously. Not in the slightest. To me, it was never more than a novel idea, and one that she wouldn’t act on. I didn’t believe her when she inquired about flights, visas, or…

A young Congolese man reached for my hand, as I climbed off the boat and onto dry land. I looked left, looked right, my driver was missing. I turned to the ranger, “Il est quelle heure?” He yelled into the…

My heart was set on Egypt, but sailing the Nile and seeing the Pyramids will have to wait for another chapter. The past has taught me to always trust my intuition, because rarely, if ever, has it led me astray,…

The smells we encounter on the road probably rate as our most intense­—and lingering—travel experiences, though we tend to disregard them. We venture forth and return home with collections of photos and stories, tales of far away landscapes, fascinating encounters,…

Driving through the dark and dusty streets of Goma, my driver explained to me that although he took great pleasure in helping the occasional stranger navigate their way around through his home town, his family’s main source of income came…

I’m tired. I’m beat. I’m bruised. I’m sore. Everything hurts – and I mean everything. The list could go on and on. Quite literally. On, and on, and on. Oh, Mt. Nyiragongo… you chewed me up and spit me out,…

I am used to alone – finding my own way, figuring things out – abroad, and at home. There are very few people I feel I can rely on, and very few people I trust. This is just as much…

Under the cover of darkness, I grabbed my things and made my way to the path, leading to the main road. Clinging to my tiny flashlight, I tried to count my steps and focus on anything but the noises around…

I know two words in Swahili, very little French, and absolutely no Kinyarwanda. My driver, Emanuel, knew next to no English. Together, we made the perfect match. For three hours we sat side by side, windows down, Kenny Rogers blaring.…