If you look at some of the places I’ve traveled—Jukkasjärvi, Barrow, Fairbanks, Puntas Arenas, Patagonia, Andes, Himalaya, and Antarctica →

I really had no idea what I was getting into when I made my way to the Art Car Museum in Houston. I expected to see →

San Pedro de Atacama is about one hour driving time from the border with Bolivia. I wondered why our van had to stop in San Pedro to →

I never thought I’d be sleeping in a shipping container. Yet here I am and I am grateful. We are →

Every great adventure starts with a flat tire. Or at least that what I hoped. We drove for an hour and a half south of San Pedro de →

I’ve never been to the moon, and I doubt whoever named this valley has been there either. In fact, I am certain →

Most trips to the Atacama Desert start in Calama, the closest airport and mining town. My trip was no different. And, like most tourists →

On a cloudy day in Santiago, there are no lines for the funicular in Parque Metropolitano. The park is one of the →

I’ve taken so many trips and with so much variety, that I think I have everything any adventure traveller could need. Cold weather?

Greenwashing…is a form of spin in which green PR or green marketing is deceptively used to promote the perception that an organization's →

For eons Mt. Everest presided over the landscape without humans setting foot on it. It was a sacred mountain, revered by those who →

I had been warned that a cup of siphon coffee would set me back seven dollars or so. If the line into Blue Bottle Coffee weren't so →

I just finished a picnic lunch in the countryside outside Siem Reap. I am sitting under a tree next to a Buddhist temple. Two sad, dirt →

I am in front of a magnificent building in the town of Tây Ninh in southern Vietnam. It is the Holy See of the Cao Dài religion—a →

"In 1978, the Khmer Rouge killed my father and uncles. Five men in my family, all killed," my guide explains before we →

I am wearing a light jacket. I wish it was made of fleece. Chugging along at 30 mph in a tuk tuk makes 15 degrees C seem much colder, →

My mouth waters when the waiter sets down a steaming bowl of noodle soup. Bits of fresh vegetables and chicken float in the broth. The →

My quadriceps protest the position I put them in. I am seated on the floor, legs crossed yogi style, attempting to sit up →

The tank before me is rusted and punctured by bullet holes. Any part that could be removed is gone. About 40 years ago →

About 20 minutes outside Ho Chi Minh City I find myself on a highway in the midst of rice fields stretched to the horizon. I'm on →