About a week before setting off to New Zealand, I was talking with an acquaintance about how I would soon be moving there, and then he asked me: “So,” he said, “are you going to visit anywhere else in Europe while you’re there?”
No, going to Mexico doesn’t mean you’ll automatically be kidnapped and murdered. In fact, its international reputation practically ensures there’s a treasure trove of secrets and gems visitors are delighted to discover.
I would have liked to know what I was getting into beforehand. Before I was standing the entire time for a train ride, without any AC. There are definitely a couple of things to be aware of, well, to make it a pleasant journey.
Chuck Thompson once wrote, “I love England because it’s like a grown-up America, a fact I’m reminded of as soon as I get on a British Airways flight or hop into a London cab and people stop treating me as though I’d just learned to finger paint.”
l doubt I’m alone in saying that Casablanca put visions of visiting Morocco a long time ago. Intoxicating souks, winding through the streets, taking in the scents and smells and amicably haggling with merchant wearing a fez (language barriers don’t exist in travel daydreams, obviously).
Colombia used to be considered too dangerous for the average tourist to touch. But then something happened: Things calmed down and the country started popping up on every top destinations list a few years ago.
I used to watch the boats sail back and forth in the harbor from my cubicle and this junk (or boat) was always a distinctive blot on the waterfront. When I moved to Hong Kong, I didn’t believe there could be a city crazier than New York.