Tag: adventure vacations
- ISLANDS reveals the secrets of the Easter Island statues and more in this exclusive feature article
- Wales. It's all about castles and ancestries. That's what I thought until a stop in Burry Port, along the country's south coast, about an hour into our first day. We'd stopped here because when Amelia Earhart became the first woman to cross the Atlantic by air in June 1928, the plane landed right here. It would be worth a look. Through a proud Welsh accent, peppered with lots of strange consonants shot from the roof of his mouth, Rhys Anthony stood on the pier and pointed to two beaches behind this centuries-old limestone wall. They total 15 miles in length. It's the start of the summer season here and on 15 miles of beach we saw fewer than a dozen people. But ...
- “Bamboo is taking over St. Lucia. I’ve seen it used to make vases, chairs, walls and (hit the brakes!) bicycle frames. But nowhere does it get my attention like it does on the massage table at the Jalousie Plantation. Not the bamboo cabinets or the bamboo light shades, but the bamboo club in the hands of a masseuse named Lucita. ‘What have you been doing?’ she asks, rolling the bamboo over my hamstrings. I start to tell her, just as something kicks loose from my legs...
- It's day 3 in New Zealand. I'm sitting overlooking the break at Raglan. I've spent the last two hours paddling through these waves, and wish I could have stretched the session longer. It's Autumn here, and my wetsuit was no match for the chill of approaching Winter. My whole body has gone numb, and after hiking from Auckland to Raglan, I'm thankful for a bit of relief.
- ISLANDS contributor Jad Davenport gives a sneak peek at his latest epic trip
- The quest to discover New Zealand's Marlborough wine region on two wheels.
- Three journalists share their mis-adventures while traveling around Cuba.
JOE YOGERST: On assignment in Cuba, I rented a car and was driving from Moron to Santa Clara, and the map was unclear. It was late in the day and I was running low on gas. I picked up this young guy at a round-about, hoping he could give me directions. Right away he pointed at a road, and off we went. But as it started getting dark (and my gas needle kept dropping), I began to think I’d been duped. About 90 minutes out, we came upon this tiny village, where he asked me to stop: This was his home. He leapt out of the car without a word—wouldn’t tell me if I was even close to Santa Clara. I headed back to Moron, running on fumes and cursing my trickster hitcher the whole way.
JAD DAVENPORT: After the Berlin Wall fell in 1989, Cuba lost $6 billion in Soviet subsidies, and the public transportation system died. There were so few private vehicles and buses running between towns that people formed orderly queues at underpasses, offramps, etc. I stopped at an underpass outside Havana driving a Hyundai made for ﬁve small people. We crammed in 12. The cops waved me over and said, "Hey, you know it’s illegal to pick up hitchhikers?" I panicked; I was already in the country illegally...