Dispatches
Draw me no Balkan borders
Even within a single country there are spaces unfamiliar to most citizens....
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Natural Identity
There’s something about the Mayan ruins of Caracol—located in southwestern Belize—that seems to exude a sense of profound awareness...
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From South Africa
We’ve stamped out of South Africa, and crossed the bridge over the Limpopo River where the N-1 north becomes Zimbabwe’s A6, and we need to get our passports stamped in a one-story brick building...
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The art of the bucket bath
When I decided to travel to Uganda this past summer I did so largely in an effort to challenge myself. I wanted to confront uncertain situations and to try new things...
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Even within a single country there are spaces unfamiliar to most citizens.
There’s something about the Mayan ruins of Caracol—located in southwestern Belize—that seems to exude a sense of profound awareness.
When I was a junior in high school my family spent a year living in Oxford, England. I went to an international boarding school where most of the other students were wealthy jet-setters;
When I decided to travel to Uganda this past summer I did so largely in an effort to challenge myself. I wanted to confront uncertain situations and to try new things.
We’ve stamped out of South Africa, and crossed the bridge over the Limpopo River where the N-1 north becomes Zimbabwe’s A6.
