My decision to go to Larabanga was based almost entirely on the need to contradict disbelief. When I heard about the 8th century mud mosques, I asked a question that any logical person would: How is that possible? I even looked at photos, but it...

Driving through Los Piccachos, a mountain range that is home to the volcano Palo Huerfano, I found myself pondering the pyramids I was about to see and reminding myself that they were made without the aid of beasts of burden, without machines, or even metal...

As far as Oaxacan beaches go, everybody talks about Puerto Escondido. I didn’t want Puerto Escondido. I’d seen endless summer enough times to get the point. I didn’t want Zipolite, either. Not that I have a problem dropping trow, but anything advocated as nudist is...

Wechiau is far away. From what, you ask? From everything. When I made the decision to visit the Hippo Sanctuary in Wechiau, it wasn’t because I wanted to travel two extra days and it wasn’t because I was yearning to immerse myself in nature (although that...

The last thing you want on a trip is to get sick. Changing climates, altitude, unhealthy food and the physical act of actually traveling can suck the health out of you like a St. Patty’s Day weekend with Keith Richards. But every so often, altering...

I arrived in Benito Juarez by foot. The second class bus dropped me at a fork in a curvy road with nothing in sight. Yet I was not only relieved, I was overjoyed. Nausea from the tightly-enclosed space, sharp turns, and lack of moving oxygen...