So, I've been virtually & vicariously following Marcello along for sometime now via his site Wandering Trader (www.wanderingtrader.com). Most recently, he posted a piece '23 Best Travel Tips After 5 Years Of Traveling The World'. In my opinion, his advice is sage & sound. Cheers to travel & tips on how to do it right!
Have a look at Marcello's list. While all of them ring true for me, I found there were a couple that really resonated and were my favorite. Particularly, #17 & #21. What tip from Marcello is your favorite?
The Bay Of Islands was one of my favorite places to explore in out three-month trek through New Zealand. As a picture says a thousand words, there's nothing really left for me to say. -AM
PHOTOGRAPHY: ALLIE MERRICK
LOCATION: BAY OF ISLANDS, NEW ZEALAND
From Manhattan to Brooklyn, I got a broad look at the big apple. If a picture says 1,000 words, here are 114,000 'words' on my most recent trip to NY.
After finishing my first (of a few) beverages on my flight from LA to NY today, I took note of the imprinted text on the bottom of my plastic cup. It read "Was it as refreshing for you as it was for me?"
Besides the ridiculously high cool factor Virgin America maintains with its purple cabin lights, lovely flight attendants and genuinely entertaining pre-flight video, I choose to fly Virgin whenever I can because of their dedication to detail. Right down to the imprinted text on the bottom of their plastic cups, Virgin delivers a quality of service that is rare in the airline industry. Is it the cheapest flight you can get? No, but that wasn't the question. Rather, the question was, "Was it as refreshing for you as it was for me?" In a price driven world where cheap deals declare winners, I prefer to raise my glass instead to the refreshing standards of Virgin America.
One of my favorite Sundays ever. Yep. Ever.
The sun warmed and welcomed the morning, as the surf rose and fell based on a rhythm dictated by the sea's metronome that never demanded the keeping of time, but rather disallowed such a static measurement.
On a rented beach cruiser, I adored the bicycle's olive green paint, but that paled in comparison to the shade of the moment. Pedaling along the boulevard, the bike's seat served me well, supporting a body that begged for nothing more than to be present. I cared not about where I was going - only that I was going. Yes, I was going. The slightly worn rubber grip on the handle bars gave me more control than I needed or wanted. So, I rode (no hands) and turned onto a wooden pier that I'd never been down and never wanted to leave.
The pier. Here I was presented with a series of surreal moments without gravity, definable only in weightless details. Shades of blue I'd never seen, paired with warm hues I'd never felt. One of my favorite Sundays ever.