Paying the ferryman in Greece
Greece may never be this empty again
Greece may never be this empty again
Why I love the benevolent authoritarians of the skies
There is no good reason for the US to keep its ‘essential’ travel restrictions in place
The Camino de Santiago is no normal pilgrimage
‘You can get away from everything,’ said Harold Wilson of the Isles of Scilly, ‘not only in distance but also in time’
For too long has Spirit been the punchline of hastily written Saturday Night Live jokes
The policies on both sides of the Atlantic consist primarily of window dressing and virtue-signaling about political priors
A few years ago, for reasons I can’t recall, I acquired a donkey hut in the Molise
By Day 11, I understand why my windows are sealed shut and why I am not allowed knives
With virtual reality we can not only visit London, New York and Paris, but make them better
May we all travel for our own loves, rather than for the ‘likes’ of others
Here’s a treat for desert lovers. William Atkins, author of the widely admired book The Moor, has wisely exchanged the dank, wind-lashed chill of Britain’s moorland for eight of the world’s fieriest deserts, from the Empty Quarter of Oman and Egypt’s Eastern Desert to the Taklamakan in China and an unlikely stint at Burning Man in America’s Black Rock Desert. It’s not entirely clear what prompted these particular journeys or this specific quest. We learn in the second sentence that a long-standing girlfriend has gone to live and work abroad and Atkins is not going with her; so perhaps a retreat into the desert is the wholly appropriate response in