The Perils of Traveling by Private Jet

Smoke-Free Hotels On the Rise

Los Angeles Native Jonny Olsen: Huge in Laos

Saving Chekhov’s Yalta ‘White Dacha’ Home

How Can I Save on Transportation During a Round-the-World Trip?

Vagabonding traveler Rolf Potts answers your questions about travel

13 Great Travel Horror Movies

The Hollywood horror archives are filled with tales of bad trips. To celebrate Halloween, Eva Holland and Eli Ellison sift through the carnage to pick their favorites—and lose a little sleep doing so.

Matt Weiland: Through 50 States With 50 Writers

The coeditor of “State by State: A Panoramic Portrait of America” talks to Frank Bures about the book, the WPA and how the United States hasn’t been “bulldozed for speed”

Love Herring in Sweden

From artery-clogging casseroles to a fermented concoction that smells alarmingly like vinegary flatulence, Lola Akinmade digs in to a smörgåsbord of herring and explains how to best appreciate Scandinavia’s favorite fish. 

The Water Is Wide

Bronwen Dickey considers Tim Butcher’s “Blood River: A Journey to Africa’s Broken Heart,” which takes readers deep into the Congo

Vagrant Ruminations of a Compulsive Traveler

Where does the urge to hunt for that “fleeting fix of elsewhere” come from? Peter Wortsman recalls a life of travel inspiration. 

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.

The Not-so-Romantic Life of a Lonely Planet Travel Writer

Hi Jim:

While I was wandering around aimlessly with my Amazon cart looking for my name listed as a contributor in the extensive acknowledgments page of Lonely Planet’s Australia guidebook, only to find that my cobber-sounding surname had been expertly deleted by one of their more dour and aloof editors for the updated reprint edition, I paused, and, totally forgot what I was really after in the first place.

Great, I spent all that time giving them all this information, and even got a free guidebook out of it, and then they pull a stunt like this one.

I glanced once more at the acknowledgments page, as one searches their face in the mirror for some inkling that one’s soul is still there, waiting for some ghostly automatic writer to resurface my name with a Magic pencil, then left the online world alone, gasping and coughing with the inadequacies of landing upon your own name in various publications in bookstores, magazine shops, and other people’s address books.

Congratulations, Jim. You’ve tied Frank’s world depress-o-meter for this week’s most uplifting blog. The fingerprint-happy EU is running a close second.

Just don’t shoot the messenger. That’s all I ask.

Or yourself. Hang in there TambourineMan!