AFAR

Photographer German photographer Daniel Müller spent four days last June shooting his first feature story for AFAR (p.78). An active hiker now based in Switzerland, Müller is used to the mountains, but this was different: He and his assistant trekked

Craft brewers and culinary upstarts, artists and free spirits mingle in this North Carolina city set against the Blue Ridge Mountains. We’re craving mofongo and fluffy mallorcas, the sound of panderos in San Juan, and a sandy path that leads to a sec

AS WE WRITE THIS, the world is beginning to see the light at the end of the pandemic tunnel. COVID cases and death rates are dropping, and, most significantly, distribution of vaccines has accelerated worldwide. Travel is starting to rebound after th

I’VE MISSED WANDERING until my calves hurt. Getting lost and then found again. Making a serendipitous discovery on a small, empty street in a big, bustling city. Tasting a dish that has deep ties to traditions that aren’t my own. I’ve missed meeting

GROWING UP IN the Washington, D.C. area as the son of immigrant parents, Apoorva Gandhi learned quickly that he didn’t have the “right” name or the “right” lunch food. In some cases, it was a social snub; other times, kids threw rocks at him on the p

IN 2009, Rue Mapp sat down at her computer to start a blog called Outdoor Afro, where she wrote about what had long been on her mind—the lack of Black representation in the nation’s parks, forests, and riverways. “We needed to tell a new narrative,”

LONG BEFORE the global pandemic, Mei Zhang’s goal was to enable travelers to cultivate meaningful relationships with the people and landscapes of China. But as the Berkeley-based founder of WildChina watched the rift between the U.S. and her native c

AS A BUSINESS school student at Tulane University in the early 2000s, Akwasi Agyeman saw his native Ghana everywhere: in the Afro-Caribbean rhythms he heard in city festivals, in the use of okra in gumbo, and even in the local Creole language. Yet ma

IN A WORLD linked more closely than ever by business and technology, Zita Cobb sees mostly broken connections between people and places. Cobb experienced this disconnect firsthand as a young girl on remote Fogo Island in Newfoundland and Labrador, Ca

In 1968, Iris Antola embarked on a trip around the world. She bused through Afghanistan, lived on a wooden houseboat in Kashmir, and even worked as a nanny for the chief of protocol of Iran’s shah. Everywhere she went, she was inspired by clothes: Sh

JUST BEFORE WE LAND at Orly Airport, the Air France fight attendant asks if Paris is my final destination. “Actually, I’m driving to Le Perche,” I reply. “Never heard of it,” she says, shrugging, as she pushes her cart down the aisle. This little-kno

OUR Great Korean Adventure began the way many great adventures do: with a misunderstanding. I was driving my 14-year-old daughter to school, as I do most mornings, steering our Subaru while sipping coffee from a tumbler, with her beside me, head down

YOU DO NOT TAKE MAGIC to an enchanted place. That’s the law. Touch down at the Norman Manley International Airport in Jamaica’s capital, Kingston, and you will not see a sign. But a quick visit to the customs agency’s website reveals that a strict ru

WHEN DANIEL SKJELDAM became CEO in 2012, it was to help save Hurtigruten, the homegrown business founded in Norway in 1893, from collapsing. Two years later, with Hurtigruten once again profitable, Skjeldam made sustainable travel its core mission: b

ADELTIOLOGIST IS SOMEONE who collects postcards. I have spent more than 50 years of my life as a postcard addict roaming the world, always on the lookout for the little piece of pasteboard that would complete my collection, add another valent to its

COURTESY OF VINTAGE POSTCARDS FROM THE AFRICAN WORLD. COPYRIGHT © 2020 BY JESSICA B. HARRIS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ■

I’M told there was nothing to see at first, just a staccato rumble thundering up from the valley below. It had been a quiet afternoon in Tyrol, the next blast of summer rain still just a threat to the east. Over at the mountain hut Bettelwurfhütte, t

MANY YEARS AGO, I started getting emails intended for other Carmen Machados. One in Chicago, another in Arizona, and yet another in Florida. I’ve gotten endless reminders to update gym memberships; a photo of a daffy, grinning pit bull in a Santa Cla