One of the saddest developments I’ve witnessed is the increasing need to label everything — every traveler, every experience, every identity. Instead of coming together under the beautiful shared banner of exploration, we divide ourselves by race, gender, and background, as if those distinctions define our worthiness or experience as travellers. This fragmentation is not empowering; it’s limiting.

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Privilege in travel is not just about money—it’s about perception. A white traveler is often seen as a welcome guest, a harmless wanderer, a

How We’ve Forgotten That Solo Travel Isn’t New Traveling alone is as old as humanity itself. For thousands of years, people have wandered i

Now, as for my personal preference, I must confess a deep affection for sunrises. There's a profound significance in greeting the dawn—a tim

My journey with the ocean began in the innocence of childhood, seated in a small boat alongside my late grandfather, venturing into the vast

Havana, the capital city of Cuba, is a place where history, culture, and vibrant energy converge. From the welcoming and humble nature of...

he trail to Cascata do Arado is a scenic one, offering hikers a chance to immerse themselves in the natural beauty of Gerês. As you walk thr