Many new to the world of dogsledding opt for a leisurely ride in a sled while a musher leads them across the snowy landscape with some help from a team of tireless canines. However, as I learned on a four-day crash course in Quebec, dogsledding is a much more challenging affair when you’re in the musher’s shoes.
If you’re looking for an excuse to have a celebration when traveling through certain countries in Europe, make sure to time your visit with your name day.
I’ve been snowboarding for 17 years, but am a complete novice when it comes to skiing—just above the beginner’s ski school lesson of forming a “pizza wedge” to slow down, and straightening out to “French fries” to accelerate. Unfortunately for me, my snowboard boots were in baggage limbo along with the rest of my luggage and…
On a recent trip to the French Alps, I tried my hand at equestrian skijoring, which is essentially a horse pulling you on cross-country skis. While it may take some time for the sport to make a comeback at the Winter Games, there are plenty of ways to get your DIY Olympics on in the alpine wonderland that has played host to the Winter Olympics three times.
Most travelers visit the Netherlands in spring, when the country’s famed tulips are in bloom. But there are plenty of things to do in the western European nation any time of year—even during the bleakest days of winter. Here are five.
I found myself in the Canadian countryside for the first time, poised to have a deeper, more authentic Québécois experience in the French-speaking Saguenay–Lac-Saint-Jean region. Don’t worry if you don’t speak French; a love of nature seems to be a universal language there.
I’m not sure quite what I was expecting when I arrived at the National Mask Festival in Papua New Guinea. I think I envisioned a gathering of PNG’s many tribes in a big grassy field surrounded by jungle. But I soon discovered, as I was passing through the tickets-required entryway, that it’s a far more organized affair.
My friend Carol, a born and bred Singaporean, told me that my guide had brought me to a “touristy,” “overpriced” imitation of a “real” hawker food center, Food Republic. Not that the food wasn’t delicious, but if I was to have the true hawker experience, I would have to leave air-conditioning behind and hit the streets, where it all began.
“I need one of you to take a picture of me watching ‘Gorillas in the Mist’ amidst gorillas in the mist,” I announced to my trekking group. The Americans, who had all seen the 1988 docudrama starring Sigourney Weaver, immediately got the joke, which made finding a volunteer a cinch.