More than two decades later, a return visit to Tiananmen Square finds it scrubbed clean—just as it was immediately following the Incident. Except now there is thick smog, and ghosts. In contemporary Beijing, the past is like Kentucky Fried Chicken: unavoidable.
When you’re 16 and searching, Jack Kerouac’s urge to hit the road can seem inspired, or at least inspiring. Later, you wonder if his literature was actually early-onset LiveJournal. Later still, On the Road deserves one more look.
Life in Newfoundland is changing. Fish are down, oil is up. Nostalgia abounds for simpler, harder times. So when outsiders arrive, they’re ordered to worship a fish—literally kiss a big cod on the mouth. But not everyone’s drinking the rum.
In his series “Lost Along the Way,” photographer Alex Catt’s carefully composed landscapes from Europe offer a contemporary, oddly romantic update to the tradition of the continental tour.
People say you can never go home again. But you can go back on vacation. Notes on the specific tragedy that occurs when, revisiting the great national parks of your childhood, you realize all your memories of the wild derive from gift shops.
During the Great Arab Revolt in 1937, as British rule in Palestine was attacked and mass Jewish immigration continued, Pearl Chertok voyaged abroad with her camera.
Cruising and boozing around Uzbekistan, a Canadian reporter winds up in a place that gives no logical reason to visit, where the question Why? has no answer. Fortunately, virtual travel remains risk-free, except for all the beer.
If distractions poison a writer’s ambitions, then surely a summer with no internet access is the antidote?
Cities are full of noise and scuffle, and they don’t always reveal their history. Armed with a fistful of maps from 1901 and a smartphone bristling with data-recording apps, one man tries to uncover a city’s secrets.
The deserts of Morocco are wide and golden. Trust nearly 200 American college students to track down and guzzle whatever alcohol lurks in the sands of the Islamic kingdom.
For centuries, the Camino de Santiago has drawn religious pilgrims to northern Spain. But those guys never did it with walkie-talkies, GPS, taxis, and Wonder Bread.
I had decided to go to South America in part because I didn't have a boyfriend. That sounds so lame, particularly in the face of the cooing admiration I...