A handful of trips, written up after the fact rather than during — usually once I've had time to figure out what actually stuck with me.

From the contrasts of Lima to the depths of the Amazon and the heights of the Andes, sixteen days in Peru ended up feeling less like one trip than several.

Japan is one of the few places I keep going back to — first visited around 2000, and every return since has been a chance to watch Tokyo change while still feeling completely familiar.

Booked two days after an earthquake, with no itinerary and noticeably fewer tourists than usual — the first time Bangkok was actually a destination rather than a stopover.

Scandinavian Airlines once offered a million reasons to travel — literally. Fifteen SkyTeam airlines, eleven days, and roughly 55,000 kilometres.

Where Peru's itinerary was packed end to end, Colombia was the opposite — a week split between Bogotá and Medellín with barely a plan.

My first real visit to Thailand happened almost by accident: a group of close friends decided to spend Christmas and New Year on a small, quiet island.

Two rare Lufthansa First Class redemptions, two very different reasons for the trip — Costa Rica for a friend, Japan for the love of the game.

Seven days on the Machame Route to Uhuru Peak. Then five days in Zanzibar, because the mountain deserved a proper ending.