My jet-lagged eyes recoil from the light when I step outdoors. My hotel, the Caravelle, is in the center of Ho Chi Minh City. It's hazy →

It's minus 63 degrees outside. We are flying into a 110 MPH head wind, which probably explains why it takes almost 15 hours to →

Every place that draws travelers, like the Ice Hotel, has a main attraction and at least one lesser known back story. Kiruna is →

First you have to catch one, which turns out to be pretty easy if the reindeer are in a corral. The Sami people of Sweden have →

Jukkasjärvi, Sweden is far north, close to where Norway, Finland, and Sweden intersect. If it weren't for the Ice Hotel, very few people →

Ever since I heard of the existence of the Ice Hotel in Jukkasjärvi, Sweden, I wanted to visit it. I'm not sure why, because I'm not →

The question was innocent enough. Would you like to see Asian elephants on your way back to the hotel? I was at the →

When I shoot an arrow, I stand about 30 feet from the target. Otherwise, I don't have a chance at hitting it. So I was amazed to watch →

I wake up a little sad that we aren’t hiking today. My spirits are lifted when I see crepuscular rays. One of this phenomenon’s common →