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Jungle Grit

Surrounded by strangers, I hurtled towards the Amazon rainforest, strapped in the confines of a battered white van. Among the motley crew of passengers, I was the odd one out, but the isolation was the least of my worries. Instead, I was fully preoccupied by the treacherous two-foot strip of...

Huanchaco Addicts

The air in Huanchaco was hot and heavy and the beach was flooded by women lounging in skimpy bikinis and shirtless men running up and down. Families tidied up on pretty square blankets holding down the sand frontier between water and the lazy little town nearby. Surfers swarmed the waves...

Wynwood Art District, Miami: Photo Guide

I wanted to escape into these walls, to be transported to an alternate universe spray-painted in vivid hues of exploding color. I could look to the scenes in front of me, behind me, or even to the cement sidewalks I walked along. Art was everywhere. The Wynwood Art District illustrates...

Deconstructing the Urban-Industrial Restaurant

Picture a dimly lit room—perhaps illuminated by warm, incandescent bulbs—with hardwood floors, exposed-brick walls, and tabletops varnished until they gleam. The art on the walls feels simultaneously chic and classic. Waiters are dressed in dark-wash jeans and black button-downs. The menu features locally grown, organic ingredients in their “new-take-on-a-classic” dishes....

Maybe I Missed The Hummus

Maybe I missed the country itself, the land of my ancestors. A place where religions collide and interact, where people fight wars with one another and find peace with one another, a place of hate and a place of much more love. I missed the way thousands of years of...

The Dawn of the Hybrid Dessert

As technology advances, people have invented ways for us to “have the best of both worlds”: hybrid cars, hybrid animal breeds and, with increasing popularity, hybrid desserts. However, in the case of desserts, these multi-faceted sweets have been elevated to a new class of crave-worthy ingenuity.  We have long cherished...

This Provincial Life

Provence opens like a book. When vestiges of an older world come into view, they broaden: a narrow cobblestoned road lined by bistros, stone apartments, gabled rooftops and flowerpots in windowsills. There is no traffic besides easy-ambling pedestrians and cats indifferent to all this. At dusk, light from old-fashioned lampposts...


Your Trip to a Famous Party Hostel

When you walk into Carpe Noctem the first thing you’ll be handed is a beer. Much like the hostel itself, it will probably be something with a vaguely local veneer and not a whole lot to offer without the alcohol—maybe Arany Ászok or Kőbányai Sör – though you’ll be assured...

The Ultimate Community

“Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six”—I looked to my dump, the player to turn to for support. The language was different, but the game was still the same. I flicked it back to him, and he then hucked it up the field where someone caught it in the end zone....