Good Travel Writing

Exactly what it says. Also, pictures sometimes.

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witchybaby:

"A Sarajevo rose is a concrete scar caused by a mortar shell’s explosion that was later filled with red resin. The mortars’ landing on concrete created many unique patterns around Sarajevo, each could look like a kind of floral arrangement. These “roses” are a unique feature of Sarajevo. They represent a collective memory through an artistic display of the physical scars of war." 
-In Women’s Hands

witchybaby:

"A Sarajevo rose is a concrete scar caused by a mortar shell’s explosion that was later filled with red resin. The mortars’ landing on concrete created many unique patterns around Sarajevo, each could look like a kind of floral arrangement. These “roses” are a unique feature of Sarajevo. They represent a collective memory through an artistic display of the physical scars of war." 

-In Women’s Hands

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Branding Guyana

the-feature:

Guyana is a place, unlike Aruba or Jamaica, not on anyone’s list of dream destinations. A few months earlier, I’d gotten an email asking if I wanted to visit. The note was from a company contracting development work from USAID. One of its projects was to rebrand the tiny, corrupt nation and promote ecotourism. I knew the catch.

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roadsandkingdoms:

The town of Kutchan in Hokkaido is basically all snow and potatoes, which is why their town mascot is a fat little potato on skis. But in all seasons you get these beautiful bowls of Gosetsu udon, fat little noodles made a bit translucent because they’re made with potato flour. Surprisingly light, served cold but dipped in warm broth, a superfine specialty for an otherwise unassuming town of 15,000 potato-growers and udon-eaters. #rkjapan

roadsandkingdoms:

The town of Kutchan in Hokkaido is basically all snow and potatoes, which is why their town mascot is a fat little potato on skis. But in all seasons you get these beautiful bowls of Gosetsu udon, fat little noodles made a bit translucent because they’re made with potato flour. Surprisingly light, served cold but dipped in warm broth, a superfine specialty for an otherwise unassuming town of 15,000 potato-growers and udon-eaters. #rkjapan

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mikeygoingdown:

On my walk home last night I spotted this fine old chair waiting nobly outside to be shredded in the Waste barn and for some reason I felt spontaneously motivated to drag it on a sled out to Spoolhenge to sit on it. Maybe I wanted to give it one last spin, or maybe I just wanted to drag something around on a sled. But once I saw Spoolhenge I knew I had to drag it out there.

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Like tears in the rain

dopemove:

The flight today when a little girl was kicking the seat of woman sitting next to me, I offered to switch seats joking that I could use a back massage. The woman looked nice, she laughed out loud several times reading Shouts and Murmurs. She apologized for acting passive aggressively, kept smiling the whole time. The children did well despite long flight.

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cajunboy:

One of my favorite things about traveling via Amtrak is being seated with strangers in the dining car and hearing their stories. For lunch today my dining companion was Dee-Dee, a profoundly precocious 10 year-old from Austin who’s traveling with her grandparents. After telling her I was going to Texas just to see Boyhood she responded, “You’re traveling just to go see a movie? That’s AWESOME!” Dee-Dee totally gets it.
Dee-Dee wants to be a surgeon when she grows up and her nickname at school is “the chocolate girl.” (With her finger covered in chocolate syrup in the photo above, perhaps you can see why.) When I asked if she prefers traveling by train or plane she said the following: “Can you stretch out and lay down and go to sleep on a plane? No! Can you have a good dinner in a dining car on a plane? No! Can you look out the window and watch the country go by on a plane? No! So the answer is train, obviously.”
Dee-Dee has a black lab named “Prince” and two border collies named “Eli” and “Peyton.” Eli, she says, is “really, really dumb.”
Dee-Dee is my new best friend. (at Mermentau River)

cajunboy:

One of my favorite things about traveling via Amtrak is being seated with strangers in the dining car and hearing their stories. For lunch today my dining companion was Dee-Dee, a profoundly precocious 10 year-old from Austin who’s traveling with her grandparents. After telling her I was going to Texas just to see Boyhood she responded, “You’re traveling just to go see a movie? That’s AWESOME!” Dee-Dee totally gets it.

Dee-Dee wants to be a surgeon when she grows up and her nickname at school is “the chocolate girl.” (With her finger covered in chocolate syrup in the photo above, perhaps you can see why.) When I asked if she prefers traveling by train or plane she said the following: “Can you stretch out and lay down and go to sleep on a plane? No! Can you have a good dinner in a dining car on a plane? No! Can you look out the window and watch the country go by on a plane? No! So the answer is train, obviously.”

Dee-Dee has a black lab named “Prince” and two border collies named “Eli” and “Peyton.” Eli, she says, is “really, really dumb.”

Dee-Dee is my new best friend. (at Mermentau River)

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On Silence in Itaunas

chasburgersandscreebs:

The irony of the situation hit me all at once: After three years of talking at conferences, talking through trainings and speaking at meetings, I was being forced to do nothing but listen. That’s what happens when you find yourself on a bus through the Brazilian countryside with just a pack of…

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roadsandkingdoms:

Notes from Hotel Metropole, Belo Horizonte. Helicopters buzzing the city center at 1am. Both Belgium and Algeria national teams staying near, will get up for the early game having dreamt bleak dreams of Zero Dark Thirty. 5:30am, the walls are made of paper and the sounds of toilets flushing. Two women are having an intense, friendly, shouty conversation somewhere in the gloaming. A single voice calls out in perfect in accented American English: Shut. The. Fuck. Up. It worked. John Brooks may have been the hero of last night, but this unknown Yankee is the hero of the morning. Unfortunately, he is nowhere to be found when I am still trying to work at 6:30am and from all sides of me, Belgians wake up, brush their good teeth and yell into their mirrors: GO BELGIUM! GO BELGIUM! GO!

Flawless, as usual. DAMMIT YOU GUYS.

roadsandkingdoms:

Notes from Hotel Metropole, Belo Horizonte. Helicopters buzzing the city center at 1am. Both Belgium and Algeria national teams staying near, will get up for the early game having dreamt bleak dreams of Zero Dark Thirty. 5:30am, the walls are made of paper and the sounds of toilets flushing. Two women are having an intense, friendly, shouty conversation somewhere in the gloaming. A single voice calls out in perfect in accented American English: Shut. The. Fuck. Up. It worked. John Brooks may have been the hero of last night, but this unknown Yankee is the hero of the morning. Unfortunately, he is nowhere to be found when I am still trying to work at 6:30am and from all sides of me, Belgians wake up, brush their good teeth and yell into their mirrors: GO BELGIUM! GO BELGIUM! GO!

Flawless, as usual. DAMMIT YOU GUYS.