Rove Magazine Issue One

8/8/2019 Rove Magazine Issue One

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CONTENTS //

RANDOM INFORMATIONEngraved on the bottom...Stolen From Virgin Atlantic.

LOCAL KNOWLEDGE: CAROLINARAMIREZ / CHOLULA, MEXICOyou can take a tour through a few of the tunnels - but this is just a small

part of the pyramid. Underground the pyramid is divided into threelevels, plus another on the top.

WATCHING OF THE BULLSA few participants actually ran towards the oncoming mammals.I question their sanity.

MACHU PICCHU BY CARJust a little more beautiful...

PHOTO PAGESStreet art of the world.

REVIEWS / KON TIKI: VIKINGS, RAFTS,

AND SHARK STABBINGHe voluntarily decides that he will set himself adrift on a raft inthe pacic with no motor, little food, and little water based off aconnection he made in a couple of old books: someone get thisman a beer.

CONTENTS //

TRAVELER PROFILE / JAMES JAYAKROYDLife is there to be lived, and other countries and cultures need to beexplored so you can fully understand the world that surrounds us.

WHY HAVENT I HEARD OF...THE

DEVILS POOL AT VICTORIA FALLSThe guides tell you its safe but your eyes weave an entirely differenttale...have you ever seen a rainbow from above before?


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MASTHEAD //

EDITORkevin landry / [email protected]

ADVERTISING SALESandrew mcleod / [email protected]

CREATIVE DIRECTORnick budden / [email protected]

ABOUTRove Magazine is a free digital travel magazine, driven by the supportof the online community, availible the rst monday of each month onrovemag.com.

Rove is an Estefania Media project.


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The Doberman Bag Protector recently released

by Doberman Security is a device perfectly

suited for the panicky or paranoid person in

your life. If tripped, the moon sensing unit

will emit a 100 decibel noise (similar to that

of a lawn mower) sure to deter any would-be

thieves.

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most-useful-travel-gadgets-of-2010/

ording to a recent world ranking of

worlds happiest countries, it seems

many of the happiest countries are

amongst the coldest. Maybe all that

eling releases endorphins, maybe

g is paramount to sasfacon in life,

aybe its all those cold winter nights

tsnuggling.

Worlds Happiest Countries

Denmark

Finland

Netherlands

Sweden

relandCanada

Switzerland

New Zealand

Norway

Belgium

randomnformationravelers higher ed.

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older is happier? house alarm, car alarm...bag alarm?


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heir high end ights, Virgin provides

c salt and pepper shakers in the shape

mall airplanes. These ornate objects

ply plead to be stolen, and frequently

e. Virgins soluon: engraved Stolen

m Virgin Atlanc on the boom of the

es, turning theives into marketers.

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Everyone unanimously hates elevator music.

The cheesy saxophone solos reminiscent

of either a porno, or a bad jazz club pollute

the already awkward space. That is, unless

you are in the Lydmar hotel in Stockholm,

Sweden.

The hotel took the daring move to include a

selecon of buons in the elevator allowing

you to choose the style of music you would

like to hear. Cheekily it starts at Garage on

the boom buon. Above this ow punk,

R&B and other ne selecons.

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Japan, touted as having some of the worlds

oldest residents, is having a crisis of sorts.

They all seem to be dead or missing. Japans

oldest cizen was found mummied in his

bed, his body having been hidden for more

than thirty years in a ploy by his daughter to

connue receiving his pension! In all, Japan

has misplaced more than 281 people over

100 years old...how does that happen?

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lancesh/3045035069/

Normally when one thinks of monu

they think staonary. Mobile is oe

perceived as the domain of ice crea

and trailer park homes. However, o

naonal monuments in the U.S. the

that moves.

Serving San Francisco since 1873, th

cable cars are the only moving U.S.

monuments. Interesngly, they wer

created aer the inventor saw a nu

horses dragged backwards down th

cobblestoned street on slick days.

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andom information.

w thats branding

why doesnt everyonedo this?

old...or just dead? a mobile monumen

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ocalknowledge

arolina Ramirez / Cholula, Mexico.

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Why do you live in Cholula?

cause I study here, Cholula is a really calm and safe place to study and live. Theudent life in Cholula is great; everybody goes out, there are lots of restaurants, andu never have a problem nding something to do with friends from school.

ow many churches are there in Cholula?

ople say that there are 365 churches, one for every day of the year. Every churchlebrate their own events, there are reworks every single night. Every church hasmething special and unique about it, some have interiors made of gold, some areinted dierent colors, some are decorated dierent, and one is even on top of an

ztec pyramid.

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Photo: Nick Budden

Whats it doing on top of an Aztec pyramid?

Because the pyramid belonged to the indigenous people that lived here beforethe Spanish. They had many dierent gods, but when the Spanish came they w

Christian, so to convert the indigenous people the Spanish built their church oof the pyramid.

Is there anything of the pyramid left?

Over time the pyramid has become covered in dirt, so that it looks like the chuon top of a hill and not on top of a pyramid, but underground the pyramid is huYou cant see most of it, but you can take a tour through a few of the tunnels - b


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this is just a small part of the pyramid. Underground the pyramidis divided into three levels, plus another on the top. Outside thepyramid archaeologists have been excavating other parts of thecomplex, and you can see these on your tours.

How is the student life? Where do the students

come from?

The students come from all over Mexico, from the smallest townto the biggest city, and Universidad de las Americas is one of theuniversities with the highest ratio of international students inthe world. They come from Germany, the US, Australia, England,South America, France, Spain, Canada, etc. The student life is great.

Behind the university there is a street full of restaurants, clubs, anda few minutes away from the university there are movies, malls, etc.You can walk wherever youd like to go, everything is really near, andyou have a lot of fun because the area is full of students. You canmeet people really easily.

If someone only had one day in Cholula, where

would you tell them to go?

There are a lot of place you could visit because Cholula is so nearto Puebla. You could go to Africam Safari, its the biggest Zoo in allLatin America, and its a really dierent concept for a Zoo. All ofthe animals are free, you drive through the Zoo in your car and theanimals are free to roam. Inside Cholula of course you can see thepyramid and the church on top, there is a museum a few minutes

away from the pyramid where you can learn everything there is toknow about Cholula and its pyramid, in Puebla you can visit somemalls, etc. Its really about what you like. If youre into culture wevegot something for you, if you like nightlife we have that too, and ifyou like to shop there are more than a few malls. And of course thefood, Puebla and Cholula are famous for their food, especially MolePoblano.

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rriving on a train from Barcelona to the small, picturesque town of Pamplona

emed pretty harmless. We waited patiently in the line for a taxi and read out

e address in broken Spanish to our driver. He burst out laughing and asked us

hy we were going there. My two travel companions had found an apartment

st outside the town to rent for two nights in Pamplona, seeing as most of the

ostels close to the city were booked and/or too expensive.

We arrived at the address, an extremely run-down apartment building, grabbed

ur packs and the car drove away. There is not a soul in sight. This is when we

l begin to think we have been tricked and are imagining scenes out of Taken

movie about kidnapping a young girl while she is traveling through Europe).

raigslist was beginning to feel like a poor idea.

We open the building door, and hesitantly press the buzzer for fear of

electrocution. A crackling, female voice comes through the intercoms speake

minuto ....crackle crackle ...espera por favor. As basic as our Spanish is, we kn

to just wait. We hear a clunking noise its the elevator- and an older woma

a middle aged man get out. Hello, nice to meet you, he says in perfect Eng

Phew. We all feel a bit better. He explains that he lives here with his mother a

is going to take us to the apartment, which is in another building on another

Calle de Zolina.

The place is huge - two bathrooms, three bedrooms and a lot of beds in ea

Score. The mother shows us everything, I mean everything, including the cupsplates and how to work the shower. She seems a bit worried about three fo

girls staying by themselves. They are lovely, but we want to go explore the to

and get our running of the bulls experience on. Its already mid afternoon so w

go for some beer and food and check out the town - its beautiful, with narro

cobblestone streets and tons of people; tomorrow is the start of the running o

bulls, San Fermines.

We all wake up early, filled with excitement and curiosity of what the day w

bring. We get into town and it is buzzing with activity. We decide we should

and get tickets to a bull fightwhen in Rome (or in this case, Pamplona). We w

an extremely slow moving line for tickets, but figured we should just be patien

wait. We were slightly annoyed and hot, and then thats when we heard it. A

explosion. Is Pamplona under attack? We are quite uninformed about this wh

event and ask someone what is happening. They explain that it was the officof the event and that we should to go to the main square. We follow the mas

red and white crowd through the streets to Plaza del Castillo. All of our frustr

and confusion is suddenly lifted. There is music. There are fireworks. There is w

lots of wine, being poured everywhere, on everything, and everybody. We a

at each other, standing in our relatively clean clothes (as clean as you can b

backpacking that is). We try to dodge the mess - which was effective for abo

seconds.

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We are spotted, clean canvases which need to be painted. Kat is the first

tim, a bottle of sangria poured over her head, and down her back. I am next

boy armed with a super soaker gets me. There is no turning back. We rush

the local store, get a litre of Don Simon Sangria in a handy plastic bottle and

ad back to the square. The next hour is like a water fight - with wine. Anyone

t drenched and stained in wine is a potential victim.

ddenly we heard music as a huge band was marching through the square.

e all looked at each other with huge smiles on our faces. We walked

ongside the band, making friends with the clarinet section, sharing our

ngria. We were led through the streets away from the square. Over the

usic we hear agua, agua being chanted. The balconies sitting above the

eets are lined with people, playing music, drinking. And then, whoosh. We are

aked. We learn an agua attack is yet another part of the celebration. At this

int, a little water feels amazing - washing the sticky, fruity wine concoction

way. The first explosion went off at noon - come 3pm we were more than

ghtly impaired. Baguette in one hand, sangria in the other, we made our

ay back to our apartment. Three of our good friends from high school were

riving at our place and we had to let them in. They burst into laughter when

ey saw us, stained and haggard walking down the streets. We could not even

gin to explain the last three hours to them, it felt like a dream. They quickly

ned in the sangria consumption and we all made our way back into town.

e boys purchased the traditional Running of the Bulls attire - white pants

d top, a red sash and a red bandana tied around the neck. The girls did not

ther to change from our sangria colored outfits - they would only attract more

ention and more attacks. We stopped in at a local bar where, as we were

e only girls in an old man establishment, we had easily made friends the day

fore. The food was good and cheap, and so was the beer. The bartender

d us he was sad when we showed up with some guy friends as he no longer

d a chance.

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We all continued on our way into town, the guys we

anxious to get going. There was music and dancing

in the main square, and we spent our time there unt

the sun started setting. We (attempted) to dance som

salsa and talk to other travelers (mostly Australians

go figure). All the streets were packed and the

atmosphere was amazing. This kind of thing never

happens at home I thought to myself. Europeans kn

how to do it - siestas, late dinners, public water/win

fights, letting bulls run through their streets - sweet.

It becomes late, and somehow we have gone from

six members to three. Only the strong survive (I saythis because I was one of the remaining members).

None of us have a watch and just keep on explorin

making temporary friends, and chugging back

Sangria. We figure there is no point in heading bac

to the hostel - we will scope out the best spot to

watch the bulls in the morning. At this point, none of

are in any state to even consider the idea of running

away from massive bulls through uneven, crowded

streets. We asked a store-owner the best place to

watch from, and he explained with great detail wh

we must go to claim our spot. If you get a chance

to go, and do not want to run, I would say this guy

was right. From our spot, you could see the holding

pen, and the starting of the crowds. The really bravrunners were at the start line, and the less brave

(and smarter) runners were further down the stree

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We took turns holding our spot while one of us ventured off to get

rations - coffee, chocolate, croissants, etc. Somehow, the sky began to

grow brighter and brighter, and more and more people began to line

up on the street. All of a sudden, there seemed to be a calm before the

storm. There was some chanting, an official opening of the event, and

more cheering. We turned our heads and looked at the momentarily

empty streets. A rocket went off to signal the bulls had been released.

Six massive bulls and six oxen stampeded towards the crowd of runners.

A few participants actually ran towards the oncoming mammals - I

question their sanity. The crowd disappeared down the streets as the

bulls approached. The noise of their hooves on the streets was exciting,yet haunting. As they passed below, you could really see their strength,

something you would not want to come in contact with. Just watching

was enough of a rush to give me shivers. The sun was in full force by

now, we had been up for over 24 hours and had a train to catch to

San Sebastien, near the border with France. We located our other

team members, and heckled them for bailing. We gave them a brief,

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scattered account of our evening, a

hours unaccounted for. They too w

the run from a different vantage p

felt a similar rush. We all concluded

could easily run and not see a bull

more fear of getting caught in the c

that would slow you down. There w

only certain points where you could

course, and that is slightly dishearteall walked back to our apartment, p

and got to the train station.

The train platform itself was one of t

sights of the trip, everyone looking a

as we were, wine stained, sleep dep

and amazingly happy. Thanks for the

memories (and lack thereof) Pamplon

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We were extremely fortunate to

gain entry on the rst day that

Macchu Pichu had been open in three

months, but the trip nearly cost us

our lives.

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preading out before me was that magical vista Id seen a million times before one wall of my living room- the citadel of Machu Picchu. My father had visited the

te in the late 70s and had spoken of it frequently during my upbringing. Nowwas nally there, taking that same famous picture, dawn had just broken andwas treated to a surprisingly tranquil scene given that over one million peoplesit the site every year. The rain that had been plaguing us the last few daysad nally quit and we were delighted to see the sun shining. Things were oddlyerfect.

amous Tourist sites like Machu Picchu are often over hyped and in myxperience rarely live up to any of the excitement. Today though, I waseasantly surprised. I wandered blindly through the awe-inspiring town allorning canoodling with llamas who are now the only inhabitants. The stoneworkas sublime, the scenery was even better. It was everything it was cracked up toe, and for me perhaps a little more.

had seen that famous picture nearly every day of my life; I was mildly obsessedith it. And let me tell you, as spectacular as the pictures are, they do not do itstice.

he other reason it was particularly enthralling for me to be there was thearrowing journey we undertook to get there. Machu Picchu had been closed due landslides throughout January, February, and March of 2010 that washed awaye train tracks to Aguas Calientes, the only town from which you can access the

ncient Incan citadel. We were extremely fortunate to get in on the rst day itad been open in three months, but the trip nearly cost us our lives.


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start to realize just how bad the road is whenrest of the ride to Santo Thereso is spenthing bogged vans out of sticky, smelly, forestd. We heard news from travellers who weret back from the gates of Machu Picchu becauseadnt yet opened, and we heard news fromvellers who couldnt make it because the path had to walk could not be crossed. The panicveryones voice was obvious and we couldntinguish the true from the false. Rumours werening wild. As we sat in Joses rusted, white carted in the grime of manual labour we overcamedeated feelings when the sun managed to

ne, just as we summited the highest ridge ontrail. On that remote Peruvian mountain, in

ar older than I was, I was treated to a viewost as good as Machu Picchu itself.

e road was on top of a mountain, the fog hadd so close all day that I had no idea of ourtude. Visibility went from one hundred feet to amiles in a matter of seconds as we came out

he edge of the cloudbank. What had been fogments earlier was now replaced with a scenica capable of replacing any postcard I have evern. The lush green of the mountains seemed tosupporting the orange of the setting sun. Thege cloudbanks all around were adding a dramahe scene that Shakespeare would have beenud of. We were all revitalized and rejuvenated.eemed as if everything, including our luck, wasning around.

en the rain returned and we were back to thehtmare.

e valley road got worse and worse as wecended. My strained conversation with Joses interrupted as we pulled over for a largeow bulldozer that was clearing the previouss landslides; apparently this had become a


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bed I had been assigned. All my gear slept with me that night because tpuddle on the oor had by now made our room into a semi-aquatic habi

My wet wool blankets were pulled rudely off of me by two German girls morning; I was confused and thought I was dreaming. But when insteadoffering to join me in various forms of tantric Kama Sutra to pass the timmentioned that it was 5AM and that we needed to start hiking. I knew thno dream of mine - it was the nightmare I had put on hold a few hours e

Hours of frustrating arguments, phone calls to Sonya and speculation nbore fruit when our guide arrived with 25 other tourists he had opportunrecruited. Our stress levels nally came down to acceptable levels when guide told us that the weather was normal and that we would drive to thdam two hours away from which we would walk the rest of the way. Weabout ve minutes before we were bogged in mud too deep for the vans

continue. And so we would have to walk.The remnants of landslides were everywhere. Sheer cliff sides were expobare. The tension in the air was equivalent to a title ght. I was feeling uthat we were actually making progress; the constant set-backs made it sI had been thrown head rst into an adventure novel.

My optimism changed the instant the rst rocks fell. We all heard the nosaw the movement on the hill. Some large rocks were headed directly fomembers of our expanded group. They sounded like reworks as they chdown the hill at the frozen men. They were deer in a headlight, frozen aunmoving.Boom...Thud.

A rock that likely weighed 500kg was now rmly embedded on the road in front of the two men. Everyone was silent for a second. Then the noisalmost a hundred footsteps acted as a drum roll to join the bass drum thfalling rocks. It was the most terrifying drum solo I have ever heard: a sof scared men and women eeing a scene of danger.

Landslides across the river echoed loudly as we hiked the once functionaroad to the forgotten city. thigh deep mud had to be forded and waded trivers of run-off had to be crossed, and nally we came to a river crossinnone other I have ever seen. A tension wire was strung across a gorge p90 metres from the bottom, a small bucket hanging from it by two pulleypeople and their gear sat in the bucket and pulled themselves across aidthe use of a small rope.


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as staggeringly slow, taking about seven minutes fore people to cross, and there were about fty peoplead of us in line. we each took our turn hauling thel bucket across full of people going back down theAfter an hour and a half I had to stop because my

ds were bleeding.

n it nally came around to my turn to cross I leaptthe unsteady bucket excited to move again. As webled along we saw another landslide thunder downcanyon - about fty metres from where we wereg to land on the other side.

ected heavily on what I had done...on all the risksd taken just to see Machu Picchu. My thoughts wentondering if I could bribe a train ofcial for a ride back to Cusco, or perhapsout along the railroad tracks. Anything seemed preferable to returning

n this valley of death.

p, but alive, we arrived in Aguas Calientes after a ve hour walk in constantnpour. We had caught glimpses of Machu Picchu, impossibly high on the sheerntains above us, on our walk in. We were tantalizingly close: the arches andows of the settlement clearly visible to the naked eye from their perch. I for oneed forward to the 4am shuttle ride to the top of the mountain.

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I will never forget the ride up to the front gates, the excitement, and the wond

This is where I regretfully need to report on the inadequacies of the English lanbecause it lacks completely and totally the functions necessary to convey the eI felt when I laid eyes on Machu Picchu. I wont try to describe it, I will just saysee it yourself, you will thank me.

Naturally it is an extremely beautiful place, but perhaps for me it was just a littbeautiful because I worked a lot harder to get there than most.


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he crew are towed into the Humboldt Current by a Peruvian naval tugr minds are polluted by the estimates of the so called experts who claimt at most their raft will last a month on the open ocean. They bravely battle

ward, reminiscent of action stars blowing up everyone who stands in theiry, except with no explosions or guns.

y discover new species of sh, weather tropical storms, pull sharks onto theat with their bare hands just because they can and - my favourite - stab aale shark in the face. The face! Thats right, this is essentially a modern dayng saga, where six Nordic men ght sea monsters. Their reckless handling ofabundant sea life and total disdain for sharks and to a lesser extent ocean

nservation was shocking. Luckily for the remaining whale shark populationhave come miles in that area since these guys were sailing the seas.

e there are a few questions, like what did they drink? Well even the answer

to this is rather manly: they had 250 litres of water per person, stored ihollow, rotting, bamboo tubes which they mixed with sea water so ththirst could be more easily quenched. I can only imagine if they canchug salt water for a few months they must have drained whiskey atunprecedented rates as well.

Heyerdahl also mentions that each morning the cook would have tostart the day by cleaning up the ten or so ying sh that had beachethemselves on the deck. Each of which could be used to catch a fretuna or Dorado, often in mere minutes, should the mood for fresher fostrike the crew.

Aside from proving they have cojones the size of small continents, theproved that it was possible for the supposed race of white beardedmen who lived in Peru in pre Incan times to be the ones who built themysterious statues on Easter Island and populate the islands of the Pa

To be honest I am not really sure how the gures stack up on the scienI am no historian but I have no previous knowledge of white, beardedmen living in South America before Spanish colonial times and I just rea convincing article that said aliens built those statues.

Even if it didnt convince me that a mysterious seafaring race existedbook made me desire the ocean life. It actually made me want to beadrift on a raft in the middle of the pacic, which is no small feat sincI have an innate fear of small to mid size sea mammals and connedspaces lled with half-naked nordic men.

Heyerdahl and co. surprised the world with their daring act in deancof the theories of the day. Their journey has lead to intense discussionthe history of the world and inspired a generation of copy cat sailors the crew on the Plastiki, who sailed from San Francisco to Sydney on made entirely of plastic bottles. Unfortunately though it was not orgaby a Viking like Thor and really didnt do much except raise awareneocean pollution.

Adventures like this rarely come about anymore. I read about a guywho walked along the length of the amazon, but his story lacked thestorms and shark stabbing that made this one amazing. Regardless,Read this book, or if you are more the I dont read type you couldalways catch the expanded lm made from actual footage the crew

shot. Coincidentally it won an academy award in 1951, likely incategory of most asskickingly good movie.

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Nurse

England, Wales, France, Austria, Germany, Switzerland,Belgium, Holland, Bulgaria, Spain, Greece, Japan, Thaila

Singapore, Australia, New Zealand, North America.

I'm a 24 year old, fun loving, traveling addict! I think life isthere to be lived, and other countries and cultures needto be explored so you can fully understand the world thasurrounds us. While ercely patriotic about England, Imdedicated to exploring new and different ways of livingand working. I love my job, I spend my days trying to maother people's lives better, and that's a lot easier to dowhen you have an understanding of how others live. I'vemet people that have given up everything to travel; theliterally spend their lives on the road. While I can't do thahave full respect for all that do, and the occasional trip t

a new country or continent satises my appetite...for now

bio.

occupation.

countries visited.

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hhhh! How can I choose one?! Nevis Bungee in Newaland, skiing Olympic runs in Switzerland, Blue MountainsAustralia. Too many!

y. Walking into a 30 bed dorm in Brisbane to nd anaped convict having sex in someone elses bed...nice.

n't be afraid to meet people in hostels, thats how youke friends and nd out about the best places that tourdes may not show you.

Two months in South America

Essential

Cry because a million pounds is more! Then spend it on almighty trip around South America, Africa, and probabbuy a small island off Greece.

Sleeping is really an issue for me while traveling - so lmsand doodling keeps me sane.

Visit 50 countries.

Iraq! But seriously, don't visit Singapore for more than 3days, you can see everything by then.

st memorable travel experience.

st awkward travel moment.

vel tip.

next trip.

travel is ________.

if you won a million dollars you would.

what do you do to pass time on long bus/plane rides.

you must ________ before you die.

place you wouldnt recommend going.

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On a visit to Africa Victoria fallsre a necessity, they say theambezi River emptying into theorge creates one of the most

pectacular scenes in the world.Western eyes rst fell on theremendous waterfall whenhe famous explorer Davidvingstone saw them fromambia, and named them afteris queen. The 1,078 meter widend 103 meter high falls lay claim

o the title of the largest in the

world; although they are neitherhe highest nor widest they sayhey form the largest sheet ofalling water.

he falls are formed at the borderf Zimbabwe and Zambia.urrounding the falls for miles is aat plateau, nothing except thelum of water vapour suggests

here is anything there but moref the same vast grassland. Asou approach the falls the plumerows and grows until you seem

o be looking at some sort ofwatery volcano in mid eruption.he pathways surrounding the

alls offer you panoramic viewsnd the facilities on both sidesffer you the chance to betunned by this natural marvel.his sight, however, is only part ofhe attraction.

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e real excitement is at the top of the falls,a small, calm part of the water, known ase Devils Pool, where the water ows so

owly that you can sit on the edge of theaterfall.

e water rushes quickly past you as youok at the river cascading into the gorgeelow. The guides tell you its safe butour eyes weave an entirely different tale.e half hour walk in the stiing heat, theetchy river crossings, and the harassment

ou will get from your guide if you dont gowill be all you remember if you chicken

ut at this point, so dive right in.

fter taking the proverbial leap of faith intoe refreshing water you feel the currentush you toward edge and your instantoom. Panic takes hold, you try to ght it,nd you thrash and ail and feel as thoughou will be swept over at any moment.Why did I even get in? You think. Thenou take stock for a moment and see youruide lounging casually on the edge of thells laughing hysterically at you.

ou approach with fear and hesitation,epared to become smashed onto theppery rocks below at any second, but it isrprisingly calm even at the very edge due a rock wall that sits just below the surface

the water.

oon you are in the moment, everyone iselling for you to take a picture, or to be inpicture, and you edge closer and closer the small rock wall that forms the pool,

arely even conscious that you are on thedge of one of the worlds great waterfalls.

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king over the edge gives you vertigo; the trail of water falling to the bottomhe canyon drops far enough to make you question just how good of ana it is to be sitting on the edge. Regardless, you pose for a photo or two withnds and then start to relax. You are in the worlds nicest innity pool; you justnt get a better view than this.

Zambezi River falls from the at plain surrounding it into a gorge that almostgically appears just for your enjoyment. Rainbows are spat out by the

crashing water below making you wish your camera was waterproof.Have you ever seen a rainbow from above before?

Although it seems remote and unvisited, thrill seekers have been comingSeptember-December to swim with the devil for years, though somehowhave been keeping this place a fantastic secret. I have often heard of VFalls yet for some reason I had never heard of this amazing sideshow whbecame my main reason for making the trip. To dangle on the edge of a memory, but to take a dip on the edge of a great waterfall is magica

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