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BY ELU GU 車窗外，山路漸陡，西藏林芝的秀麗風光已不見。山路一邊是石牆，一邊是雅魯藏布江。父親說：「我們去南迦巴瓦峰。」

BY CHING 2026年三月，我從台灣南方的海港城市，來到日本京都和束町的一座茶園短暫停留至六月，這是過去的 29 年人生第一次相對長期的外地移住的經驗。

BY GIO ALMONTE Since I have started working, I have been longing to travel more. Like a piece of dessert at the end of a long day. Or a cup of peace to wash the deadlines down. Is this what they mean by having a quarter-life crisis? Maybe that is why I am going to…

BY NORA WAGNER There are four buildings, twenty people, and one thousand surfboards in this town. At least, that is how it feels. When you arrive, you’re greeted by the jarring screeches of howler monkeys and the equally shrill screeches from volunteers gathered around a card game. It’s 30 degrees Celsius, not hot enough to…

BY ELAINE NEO To walk into high mountains is to accept an invitation whose wording you cannot quite make out. I went to Peru not for revelation, nor for the ceremonies the cafés in Cusco advertise like remedies: detoxification, transcendence, the unburdening of grief. I went for the simple, frightening wish to find the edge…

BY SYLVIA FURRER & HOLGER HOFFMANN “To me, spirits are something truly real. The world is full of them.” So says the Tuvan writer Galsan Tschinag, who is himself a shaman. Through his books “The Blue Sky” and “The Gray Earth,” as well as reading Yuri Rytkheu’s novel “The Chukchi Bible”, I gained my first…

BY ELAINE NEO We tend to form an opinion of a country from its headlines, and what nagged at me about Syria’s was the assumption buried inside them: that there could be nothing left there now but the war. When I told people I was going, they all asked the same thing in the same…

BY BO HAWI Sitting at my desk in England, looking out over the sun-dappled forest surrounding me, my latest trip to the mighty Himalayas of Nepal already feels like a dream, as it always does when I get back after a long adventure. Dream-like…as yet something very real has taken place. There’s always a shift.…

BY ISLA SNEDDON Leaving everything behind and jumping on a flight to Paris seemed almost unreal to me. Walking through the streets, past Parisians sitting at cramped tables, cigarette in one hand, glass of wine in the other. Laughter ringing out through the streets, with shouts of “devine quoi” and “avez-vous entendu?” insinuating they have…

BY KARINA CASTRILLO It was a sunny day when I traveled to Lake Como. I took a train from Milan and ventured to the foothills of the Alps, arriving at Como S. Giovanni station. Then I took a bus from the center to a little bed and breakfast in Lezzeno that was overlooking the lake.…