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Rolf Potts: Revelations from a Postmodern Travel Writer

His new book “Marco Polo Didn’t Go There” includes his best stories from the past 10 years. Michael Yessis asks him how travel writing has changed in the last decade—and what he sees for the future.

Notes From an Unofficial Tourist Greeter

Summer is over, and so is Julia Ross‘ season as an ambassador to travelers in Washington, D.C.’s Woodley Park neighborhood. She’s happy to be off duty.

10 Great Travel Race Movies

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Eat Ceviche in Lima

Grab a Cusqueña and get comfortable. As Nicholas Gill explains, a trip to a Peruvian cevichería can be an all-day immersion in good conversation and raw seafood.

How Should I Spend My Time in Spain?

Vagabonding traveler Rolf Potts answers your questions about travel

Unsentimental Journeys: Wrestling With Paul Theroux

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German Nudists Ready to Fly Naked

Hi Michael:

This is interesting what the Germans have dreamed up. It gives new meaning to the term “Red Eye Flight,” if you substitute our organ for seeing for another part of the human anatomy involved in “doing.” I won’t go any further than that since World Hum already reserved “the right to remove comments with profanity . . . or other inappropriate material.”

Nevertheless, as a frequent visitor to Germany, where, believe it or not, people sometimes sunbathe nude in regular parks!, I will make one inappropriate comment. In German, the word for “glove” is Handschau (hand shoe): literally a shoe for the hand. Which ignited my Gothic imagination, since shaking a black leather glove looks a little bit like a vampire bat.

So the flying nudists might need a similar prophylactic to keep their extremities from getting cold (or bitten): what the British in slang call a “French letter” and the French in argot call a “Capot Anglaise” (English cap). Hence, my vote for slang for a German condom is “Deutsche Glove.”

Hey, I think I have a new essay idea!