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MY DAD WAS INTO stories about pirates and heroes. Coastal regions of the South, thought to contain both, held a special place in his imagination. Those buccaneers, the way my dad told it, were seeking an escape from the conditions society placed on t

I have fond memories of a trip I took to Zanzibar a few years ago. After what felt like a string of activity-packed holidays, I decided to approach this one differently. My mood—and the unhurried pace of life on the island, located off the coast of T

Counting is so 2019. Today, travel is not about ticking off 1,000 places to see before you die. It’s about delving deeply into a destination rather than skipping over it like a stone, about engaging with local communities, being mindful of your envir

THE SINGAPORE SUN is high in the afternoon sky, the heavy air sticky with humidity. I, however, am unfazed. I’m standing in the shaded comfortof ABCBrickworks, oneofSingapore’soldesthawkercenters, waiting patiently in line at the Jin Jin Dessert stal

I AM THE CHILD of a freedom fighter and an accountant. My idealistic father left South Africa when he was 19 due to his anti-apartheid actions. My pragmatic mother was the top student in her newly independent country of Swaziland, now named Eswatini.

Founded in 2000 by Amazon Executive Chair Jeff Bezos, Blue Origin launches travelers on 11-minute jaunts. Previous customers include wealthy business executives and Star Trek’s William Shatner. Prep: Two days of training include touring the New Shepa

It was a fine spring evening in New York City, and the Goldberg brothers were at an event to consider the proposition of traveling to space. They had tippled a few cocktails, their mood was convivial, and, from their posture of repose on the fifth fl

LONDON ST. PANCRAS is quiet this morning. The cavernous railway station is empty of commuters, its coffee shops shuttered. I often travel from here—it’s a mere 10-minute bicycle ride from my home—though I rarely see it this early. But then again, I’m

“Yalla, yalla!” Sari Husseini called out in Arabic. “Let’s go!” With 10 miles of trail ahead, we pedaled away from Jebel es Saffaha, a mountain in southern Jordan with a long narrow ridge leading to its summit. To the west, the Arabah Valley cut a sw