The invisible line dividing nations has always fascinated me. As someone who's cycled across Southeast Asian borders and navigated countless immigration checkpoints, I find border towns particularly c...
The moment my dusty boots crossed the threshold of my first Dolisie guesthouse, I knew this overlooked Congolese city would redefine my understanding of hospitality. Nestled between the Mayombe mounta...
My first encounter with Tokyo's legendary metro system was both exhilarating and overwhelming—a labyrinth of color-coded lines, Japanese characters, and the most punctual trains I've ever experienced....
After cycling through the misty mountains of New Zealand's South Island for months, trading my bike pedals for Vancouver's sleek public transit system was both a relief and a new adventure. *Quelle su...
Last month, I found myself trading the rugged landscapes of New Zealand for the fairytale spires of Bavaria, accompanying my dear friend Marie and her two energetic children (Emma, 7, and Lucas, 5) to...
The moment I pedaled across the Kennebec River on that golden summer afternoon, Augusta revealed itself not as merely Maine's political center, but as a living museum where America's past breathes thr...