You can embrace the terrible nature of some of the world’s worst tourist traps and just enjoy them for what they are.
Copacabana is the ideal of egalitarian Australia. No one cares who you are.
So epic is this land mass,even seasoned travellers will find fresh wonders to discover in the countries of South America.
Barcelona has them;so do London,Paris and Istanbul. Melbourne has at least three. But not Sydney.
When it comes to the world’s best sausages there’s Spanish chorizo,South Africa’s boerewors and English Cumberland. But nothing beats Germany’s bratwurst.
The world’s most popular cities may be inundated with tourists,but you don’t have to become part of the crowd – just switch neighbourhoods.
Until a few weeks ago,my opinion was:why would you bother going there? But a conversation with a travel-loving friend changed my mind.
On a cold night,there are few things in this world more satisfying and delicious than a huge plate of osso buco.
It’s 7am in southern Vietnam,the air cool and crisp as Saigon awakes and thinks about what to eat. And it thinks about pho.
There’s a type of attraction popping up around the world that really rubs me the wrong way:pretentious places that pretend they’re not pretentious.