Why travelers are generally so terrible about assessing risk when they travel. Or, why non-pregnant Olympics fans who fear zika more than dengue have already been infected – by the media.
I tried luxury travel for a few days and, though I can see why people like it, went back for a final few days of adventure on the cheap, bussing it for a homestay with a Uno-playing indigenous family and visiting the forgotten town of Quingeo.
For the fifth and final time as Frugal Traveler, I take my brave parents on the road and subject them to my budget: Nicaragua, Croatia, Norway, Vancouver and now Panama.
My dad left Germany as a young child in the 1930s, fleeing the Nazi regime. He and all his descendants – my brother, nephews and I – just became citizens. I was the first to go back since – and wanted to choose the most traditional Germany I could find.
Boy, it suddenly just got very cheap to go to Rio de Janeiro – formerly one of the most expensive destinations in the Western Hemisphere.
In which a Brazilian environmentalist observes our National Parks system. And Montana peaches.
More than 30 years after my grade-school report on the 17, 000+ islands of Indonesia, I finally get to visit four of them. And am not disappointed.
In Appalachia on one of my best trips ever, a perfect example of how travel can wash away stereotypes. (Though not all of them – I sure saw a lot of guns. Turns out I’m not a bad shot with a 9mm Smith & Wesson.)
Well, not exactly. But the best I could do in a new series that (I’m coming back later to say) will live on beyond my days as Frugal Traveler.
It’s a banner day for me – my first “artwork” published in The New York Times (or, really, anywhere but the now-defunct 1970s-era refrigerator at 25 Ridge Road, Newton, Massachusetts).