Travel Tales

Judging by how my days in the Elqui Valley started, I would never have guessed it would be ending on such a good note. I was here to catch the total solar eclipse. This was the best place to see it.

This is how I learned about the magic of manaakitanga – the Māori act of welcoming and sharing. Here are some of the ways you can experience it for yourself:

It appears that I feel none the wiser when faced with a precarious situation. I asked myself how I would handle things differently based on past experiences. Would I be wiser this time around?

Travelling is exciting. Then, there’s travelling with parents. It's an experience that can quickly turn sour if you don't plan ahead. Here are five tips to help you travel with your parents.

I’d move mountains for my sister, but sometimes she makes me want to push her off one. That’s a healthy and normal sibling relationship, I think. We travelled to Sydney, Australia for a music festival. This is what I learned.

Travelling has always been my passion, but I grew up in a family where I wasn’t allowed to go outside without a male chaperone. I couldn't rid myself of the burning desire to explore Bangladesh. So I concocted a plan.

While most people cancelled their trip to Sri Lanka, only the brave continued with their journey. My 75-year-old aunt (a diabetic and cancer survivor) and I arrived two weeks after the unfortunate bombings.

In 2016, I packed up my whole life and moved to Melbourne, Australia. I remember being so ready to leave Malaysia. Moving felt like a brand new start. Needless to say, I was wrong.

Did you know that it’s possible to motorbike from the north to the south of Vietnam in just one month? In just four weeks, you get to see all the Instagram-worthy attractions this beautiful country features. So how do you get started?

I had doubts prior to confirming my trip to Myanmar, but with a dream of seeing Bagan flirting in my head, my partner and I booked tickets. I told Esther, a refugee I worked with, that I was going to visit her country. This is what happened.

After a 26-hour bus ride from Córdoba, I arrived at the tail end of the Easter holidays, to a fully booked guesthouse. That was the first and last I saw of guests.

It all started with my brilliant plan to come to Córdoba, Argentina. I got so pumped thinking about being in civilisation but when it came time to start my 1,220+ kilometre hitchhiking journey, I panicked.