All photos by authorRobert Hirschfield gives his account of an unexpected interaction in India.SEEING MY FIRST child monk in Bodh Gaya, I think, Way to go! Start early and you will have a mind like clear space before puberty. Not like the mind that wobbles before you, willing to pick any cherry from the spirit tree, hoping it will taste of deliverance.
Now you can keep your cell and iPod charged anywhere, from the streets of Madrid to the middle of the Sahara.The HYmini is a handheld, hybrid universal charger that captures renewable wind and solar power, along with conventional wall plug power. The harnessed energy is used to charge most 5V digital gadgets, including cell phones, mp3 players, iPods, digital cameras, and more.
What would you see if you were alone and invisible in the forest?Camera traps are the traffic cams of the wild. But rather than zooming in on license plates to later send you a ticket in the mail, these traps are set up to do surveys of animal populations when humans aren’t present. A giant worldwide camera trap study conducted by the Tropical Ecology Assessment and Monitoring Network (TEAM) took 52,000 nocturnal photos of 105 different species in seven protected areas on three continents with camera traps.
Lauren Quinn gets an unexpected reaction after “going native.” Editor’s note: This article was published in its original form here. I ONCE SAT in a cafe in Tangier, Morocco. Some famous man-filled cafe where Western writers used to pen masterpieces. Or cruise for ass. Or trip out on exotic drugs. Or, most likely, some combination of the three.
World Heritage Site chasers rejoice: you now have 13 more destinations to add to your list. And one to remove.Fresh off the World Heritage Committee’s press, 13 new places around the world have been granted the status of UNESCO World Heritage Site. There was also one subtraction from the list, and a few were shifted over to the List of World Heritage in Danger.
Theodore Scott introduces you to an iconic American author.I love James Michener novels so much people make fun of me for it. His books are thick and they usually have one word titles.Michener takes what could be a dry subject and educates you while also entertaining you with drama in his narrative style.
How some surfers are exploring history to create a greener board.Sometimes looking backwards is the only way to move forward. So it makes sense that we’re looking to return to simpler, more sustainable ways of experiencing our sports.Surfing is no different, and is said by many to be hypocritical in it’s current choice of gear.
If we want to have the choice to continue traveling, we must forge a new path.Following the whole Copenhagen meeting was quite depressing (though not at all surprising).Touted as the consensus-building answer to our Earth’s woes (uh, us), it merely exemplified that almost every country will put their ability to make money above the future of the planet.
There are few things in the world that are universal. How many variations could there be?The answer – more than you can imagine. Consider the various elements involved: plumbing, setting, temperature, interior design…fauna.I had my first taste of unique plumbing in Ireland. In the hostels where I was staying, the shower heads had no cold or hot taps, just one big knob.
As Bryan Tripp discovered, helping others is often the best way to learn more about yourselfThe white Toyota pick-up truck bumps along the pitted dirt road and over several very questionable wooden bridges. That last pothole we cleared could have swallowed a Volkswagen. Later on we pass through a traffic jam of stubborn water buffalo.
Being a history geek, I usually buy at least two books when traveling somewhere new.I need a travel book for getting around and a history book to help me understand what I see. Your average backpacker book provides some historical and cultural explanation.However, the balance of hostel details compared to location background information never sits right with me.
“Peanuts, almonds, trail mix?” The woman muttering this louder and louder behind me is disturbing me. After an overnight flight from JFK (“home”) to Santiago’s SCL (home base), I’m on autopilot.I walk down a hallway with timeless, placeless airport carpet, ride the escalator down past the reciprocity counter, zip through international police, put blinders on in the duty free shop we have to walk through, pick up a cart and my luggage, and hear it again – “peanuts, almonds trail mix.