DIGITAL ISSUE 26 10/2026
INDONESIA
A lesson in how to find dragons in Komodo National Park.
Everyone thinks they know Washington. They don't.
HOT 5
The adventures that only happen once a year.
DIGITAL ISSUE 26 10/2026
INDONESIA
A lesson in how to find dragons in Komodo National Park.
Everyone thinks they know Washington. They don't.
HOT 5
The adventures that only happen once a year.
ITINERARY
EXPOSURE MASTERCLASS
WEIRD & WONDERFUL DIGS
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Into Indonesia's Komodo National Park in search of something big, scaly and best admired from a distance.
Into Indonesia's Komodo National Park in search of something big, scaly and best admired from a distance.
What's the one adventure you wish you could relive?
Kate Gazzard @kate_gazzard
This is an extremely hard question for me to answer because I’d gladly relive every trip I’ve ever taken, but, gun to my head, I’m going with the time I spent Christmas in Paris with my family.
Was it my most adventurous adventure? No. But does that matter? Also nah.
The week was spent drinking a sickening amount of chocolat chaud, wandering Galeries Lafayette, trying not to break my neck ice skating and buying a ridiculously overpriced mini pine tree for our ridiculously overpriced Airbnb. It did have a teeny, tiny view of the top of the Eiffel Tower, though (#worthit).
Christmas lunch was equally French-ish: roast chicken instead of turkey, an obscene amount of cheese (brie, obviously), dauphinoise potatoes that I still drool over and macarons that put any Chrissy pud to shame.
Add in Paris being all twinkly and good looking and you’ve got a trip I’d happily rinse and repeat every December.
Ben McNamara @onehumantravels
The adventure I'd relive is hiking through Fiordland toward Milford Sound with a pack full of camera gear, following a crew of extreme athletes. They were fitter, faster and lighter than me, and I spent most of the trip quietly scared I wouldn't be able to keep up.
The weather was brutal: rain coming sideways, wet boots, cold hands fumbling with lenses. My body ached in places I didn't know it could ache.
But somewhere in that misery something changed.
Every time I thought I'd hit my limit, I found a bit more. I'd get ahead of the group, set up, roll, pack down and chase them again. I learnt more about what I was capable of on that trip than anywhere else.
And I learnt it in the most beautiful mountains I've ever seen, with waterfalls pouring off granite walls and clouds sitting low in the valleys. I'd go back tomorrow, sore legs and all.
Roberto Serrini @serrini
This is actually an easy one: discovering Cinque Terre for the first time.
Before internet, before cell phones, you would meet a random stranger with a backpack on a northbound train in Italy. Her name would be Eva, and she would tell you she heard of some group of towns near the sea you had to walk to. No cars, no tourists; a backpacking shangri-la. Like Garland's "The Beach" but instead of all the cannabis you could smoke it was all the carbs you could eat.
You would jump off the rickety train, hike 1000 steps, and discover this unreal village of bright coloured houses tucked into a mountain crevasse that unravelled into pure blue sea.
It was yours alone, no hostels, no hotspots, just adventure, wonder, and a memory that required no current to relieve.
It was a trip you never really come back from, something almost impossible to do in this digital age.
get in the know There’s an airport runway that disappears twice a day. Barra Airport in Scotland uses a beach as its runway. At high tide, the landing strip is underwater.
