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“Take the Dutch-side ferry to the French-side beach, back to the Dutch-side airport.” I’m reading my directions, trying not to take sides. This is one island (only 34 square miles) with two names (Dutch Sint Maarten and French Saint Martin). It has two languages, two currencies and a vague border bisecting it all. Nobody can make sense of it, so they all make the most of it. Taxi driver Fevry from Haiti passes Dutch-side Grand Marché and drops me at French-side Friar’s Bay. “To get back,” he advises, “call a Dutch-side taxi.” French-side taxis charge in more-expensive euros...
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Captain Jimmy gazes silently from the helm of our catamaran. The first time I saw him do this, two days ago, I thought he'd dropped his house keys overboard. Now I've learned not to ask him what he's looking at. His answer is always the same. "Jus' the water, I guess." Neuroscience studies show that when we watch the color blue and calm seascapes, we produce the same stress-relieving alpha brain waves as seen in meditating monks. After musing on the topic, I turn and ask Jimmy if he wants anything to drink. Hello? Cap'n?
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I’ve become a cave dweller. So far I’ve been able to resist the urge to hiss creepy Gollum quotes into the darkness, but I know I’ll give in soon. I’m bringing up the rear of a three-person spelunking group, following behind writer Amanda Jones and our local guide, Jeanne, as she leads us through the tribal cave of her ancestors on Lifou Island, New Caledonia.
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He wanted to see Hawaii like few others have. So Dutch expat Bart de Zwart, 41, embarked on a 350-mile cruise from Big Island to Kauai. OK, maybe cruise isn’t the best word to describe Bart’s island-hopping experience. “It took five days,” the surf-shop owner says. “I lost 12 pounds, and the blisters on my hands didn’t heal for two weeks.” Oh, yeah, did we mention that he took the entire trip on a paddle board?
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I fell in love with Silolona the moment our tender pulled up to the magnificent phinisi (traditional Spice Route sailboat) off the shore of West Papua, Indonesia. It likely helped that I was with Patti Seery, the American expat who handbuilt this five-cabin teak boat (with a skilled team of Indonesian craftsmen) and now sails on it often, guiding expeditions throughout the archipelago.
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The deer tracks lead through the forest and down to the beach. There isn’t much difference between the two: forest and beach. It’s called Driftwood Beach, and on this island off the coast of Georgia, where magnificent oak trees in various stages of life dominate the landscape, this is the spot where they come to be eulogized. Hundreds of whole trees lie here on the sand, their petrified roots pointed toward the ocean. A bride and groom climb across one dried-out trunk to pose for wedding photos, their voices breaking the quiet from 200 yards away. Two young ladies sunbathe on a small spread of sand made somewhat private among an entanglement of branches. Up on a small dune, a wide-eyed doe looks over the scene and seems to consider a beach stroll, but then disappears into the forest.
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Sixty people stare at me. I stand before the father... the bride’s father. His Three-story home on the island of Mauritius is packed. Gold draperies billow from ceiling to floor. The father looks stressed. I tell him what now seems absurd: That my taxi driver assured me it’d be OK to attend this Hindu wedding ceremony the father is paying for. He eyes me. “American?” I nod, mentioning I’m a journalist, here for a story on ... “You like Indian food?” I nod. He smiles. “Come.”
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“It’s snowing, and I’m speeding atop glassy salt water in an open-air skiff. My face is numb, but I can see well enough to spot the hidden entrance to Pete’s Cove. Along the shore are the skeletal remains of a bulldozer, barn and termite-riddled cabin. Through the falling snow, I envision ‘Herring Pete’ and Josephine Sather tending to their fox farm here.
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“I wander onto the set of my favorite mystery one stormy day in the small town of Hay-on-Wye, Wales. The moors are still brown and flecked with snow, so instead of hiking, I duck into the Murder & Mayhem bookstore. The town has 1,500 residents, but 31 bookstores, proving that the Welsh people love a good story. I flip through Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s most famous Sherlock Holmes tale, The Hound of the Baskervilles.
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