For no good reason whatsoever, the thought of Iguazu Falls always left me unsettled. As a producer, writer and editor for the Travel Channel for eons, Iguazu Falls crossed my desk quite a bit — via the work and travels of other writers, of course. I’d see pictures of the massive, teeming falls, read superlative…
I haven’t spoken much about this ’til now. Maybe I was ashamed of my gluttony; maybe I wanted to hold close to my heart the magic of those cocoa bean-filled days…and nights. You see, where once the words Rapa Nui stirred visions of mysterious Easter Island (and a vague memory of a very dramatic,…
When the going gets weird, the weird get going. Or something like that. At any rate, after a few days in Bariloche, Ayaz and I realized that this town felt more than a little bit off to both of us. Don’t get me entirely wrong: it’s in a gorgeous setting, there’s loads to do…
Another day, another travel blunder. This particular misstep involved the heady combination of my best intentions and poor Spanish language skills.
There now exists a priceless image of me, a cracker and a sharp-beaked bird in communion together for all to see (and mock!).
Like honey attracts flies and Justin Bieber inexplicably attracts tweens, it seems my lot in life is to attract naked neighbors.
If you’re in Buenos Aires for any length of time — from a few days to a few weeks — learning to ride the city’s extensive bus network makes sense.
What are the sights one sees in a famously perilous neighborhood, where crime and muggings and deep poverty lurk just footsteps away? Probably not these.
I haven’t encountered this level of travel mystification since I stumbled upon a Vietnamese amusement park in its off season.
When I die, if it’s possible to place a well-timed request for the next life, I’m totally asking to return as a tango dancer in Buenos Aires.
Meat is the Argentine delicacy, the great mecca of meals. And the institution where Buenos Aires locals go to get their beef, is the parrilla, a traditional steakhouse.
When the going gets steamy, the Porteños hit the road to find respite. Trying to make like a local, we took a day trip to the Tigre Delta.