New York City can be a depressing place. The people can be callous and cold. So when I traveled to Central Africa, the most shocking thing was how genuine and friendly the locals were, and I thought to myself; this is why I travel. A few days after returning to New York I took a
I desperately wanted to see the world, not the one I read about in history books or heard sound bites of on television, but the real world, with all of its agony and all of its gluttony.
Photos of the Northern Lights from the Arctic Coast of Iceland.
Over three weeks and eighteen hundred kilometers, over mountains, through deserts and across rivers, I crossed Argentina in four phases: bus; hitch-hiking; train; and boat. The way you travel helps inform what you see, so if I wanted to see everything, I thought I should travel not just to new places, but also in new ways.
Political upheaval can cut away all the fat and get at the soul of a foreign place.
Not every experience ends well but one lesson travel has taught me is that to learn we must not be afraid to fall.
Everyone should travel. We should all make it a point to step outside our comfort zone often, so often that the habit embeds itself and you crave it. Only with movement can we see where we are; and where we may go. A good exercise in perspective is to travel to a place vastly foreign
Halfway through a two-month-long trip backpacking through the south of India, I went to an elephant sanctuary. I was taking pictures when a man casually asked if I would like to meet God. “How far away is he?” I asked. “Very close. We have a van and we can take you. Only forty-five minutes.” He