By Tom Passavant When I set off walking down Kaanapali beach around 3 p.m. on a recent Friday afternoon, my interest in Hawaiian sailing canoes was pretty much just intellectual. I had come to Maui to learn why a bunch of 45-foot long canoes, faithful reproductions of ancient Polynesian vessels,

By John Grossmann Except for about a half hour hiking some of the trails, and a blissful hour on a massage table, and, oh yes, a post-swim stint in a wood-fired sauna, I never lost sight of Sebago Lake during a recent two-day getaway to Migis Lodge. So it is

“Travelers come to Africa for the animals, they fall in love with the landscape, but they come back for the people.” Anna Trzebinski, designer and lodge owner, Kenya Story and photos by Michaela Guzy Keeping true to the theme of my blog, everyday in Kenya, I have had the pleasure

  By Tom Passavant Let’s face it: Exploring Rome is at once exhilarating and exhausting. All those churches! All that pasta! And yes, all those guidebooks and maps and web sites and blogs that purport to explain it all for you. After four weeks of daily explorations, not to mention

By Gerrie Summers Jet setters can leave long TSA lines and flights and hectic meetings behind and luxuriate in a Sacred Space. Sacred Space is a bespoke wellness service, launching in New York City.  This special service is the brainchild of Shelley Lewis, a world traveler and entrepreneur living between

By Marc Kristal On the road to Jaipur, we pass people in huts by the roadside, surrounded by skinny farm animals; inhabited ruins resembling the aftermath of an aerial bombardment; entrepreneurs giving haircuts or selling drinks, chips and chewing tobacco out of corrugated tin boxes on stilts; camels pulling carts

  Story and photos by Cari Gray At first, you notice the bullet markings. Everywhere. They still scar the buildings of Sarajevo, ever since the siege. Mortar shells, now safely embedded like fossils, lie in the concrete of sidewalks. Thankfully, nowadays bullet casings are carved into decorative vases, pepper grinders

  Story and photos by Marc Kristal On day two of my recent journey, after sitting woozily in the Gurgaon’s lobby and watching a man with an electrified tennis racket swatting airborne insects (the snap-crackle-pop of their barbecuing husks echoing in the vast space), we board the bus and begin

By Marc Kristal Toward the end of my 17-hour Lufthansa flight to Delhi last April, an explosion of cheering rolled through the plane. Over the course of the trip, the pilot, in German-accented English, had been delivering updates on the India-Sri Lanka World Cup cricket final, made comic by the

  Story & photos by John Grossmann   I’m bunkered.  Badly bunkered. My nine-iron to the 579-yard par 5 cleared the water hazard and hit the green–but alas didn’t hold and came to rest precisely where I did not want to end up:  past the putting surface in one of