Dark eyes peered at me from wild-painted faces, crimson and yellow gold. It was hard going, slogging uphill though the New Guinea rain forest
Branches snapped and cracked above my head as a screaming whoop-whoop sliced the heavy air. A black-red shadow screeched in high register: wu-ow … wu-ow … as it swung toward me and landed with a rustle in a small tree to my right.
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Twenty short stories and poems by travel writers from Costa Rica and abroad comprise a delightful new anthology of travel literature about one of the world’s favorite vacation spots.
On our second night in the Serengeti I started awake to a growling sound. Low. Deep. Close. Then an angry, snarling, agitated sound. Louder. Closer…
In northern Thailand’s Nan Province, we visited with a band Mlabri, or Yellow Leaf People who lived isolated in the forest for centuries until they were driven out by deforestation. Today, they’ve achieved Thai citizenship and an economic niche making and selling had-woven cotton hammocks
Hongcun, a Ming Dynasty village in Southeast China’s Anhui Province, sits at the southwestern tip of Huangshan – Yellow Mountain. Scenes from the hit film “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” were set in this mystical village.
Approaching Playa Nicuesa by boat, the indigo ocean melts to aquamarine in the shallows where the forest-green canopy spills unimpeded into the sea. The lodge and guest cabins are invisible from the shore tucked into a dense jungle of ceiba and cedar, cacao and mango.
At 8 am sharp our group headed out in our jalopy van for a bone-jarring day trip to Playa Blanca –White Beach – on Costa Rica’ central Pacific coast, a journey our host predicted would take an hour and a half. “There are closer beaches,” he told us, “but I want one that’s safe for swimming.”
She had to mention the snakes.
“The fer-de-lance is the worst,” my friend Linda pronounced as we made plans to meet on my upcoming trip to Costa Rica.