Flying budget airlines is like entering a different culture: you learn their ways and follow suit … or go home.
I get hosed by Travelex … again.
With this, I close the book on New Zealand … until next time.
All this money, all this time, all this travel, to do what?
There is probably only one thing I can complain about in New Zealand.
I had no idea these things existed.
Beautiful. Almost too beautiful.
There is no such thing as right angles in nature … or in New Zealand’s road network.
It wasn’t a conventional place to stay the night, but it worked.
We traveled into the Puketi forest and found a little more of the prime directive of tourism than we perhaps bargained for.
What we really want.
Something’s different here.
Passport, visa, vaccine card …
I won’t take it.
Writing in the new age of travel.
In search of Bangkok’s most elusive cafe.
Fleeing Turkey’s Covid lockdowns and a hotel fire, Nomadic Backpacker is free again. But is he at the end of the road?
The “fascist” may be gone but now we’re primed to get a taste of what authoritarianism really is.
Tips from someone who’s been doing it from the start.
One candidate says no more lockdowns, the other wants to put us in plexiglass boxes.