Author: jamesvachowski@gmail.com

As countries go, New Zealand definitely punches above its weight class.  Like, no matter how often mapmakers might snub the place, treating a sovereign nation of more than five million inhabitants as if it was nothing more than a forgotten annex of Australia, the 'Land of the Long White Cloud' seems to be a perennial favorite on travelers’ bucket lists.   And why shouldn’t it be?  There’s literally tens of interesting places to visit throughout the country, from a defunct movie set to the corpse of a really, really big cephalopod. But for travelers of a certain age— specifically toddlers, kindergartners, and first grade students—  the absolute crown jewel among all these attractions seems to be a deer farm in the middle of nowhere. As with all of New Zealand’s…

And then this one time, the traveling circus that pays my bills had deposited me in Helsinki, Finland.  That trip was an odd one— from the very start, things just didn’t add up.  The itinerary called for a five-day stay, but for some reason there were only four days worth of work on the books.  With the math in my favor for once, I made a quick decision to exploit this rare and unexpected day off.  Without even taking time to unpack, I rose early on that first day, grabbed a quick breakfast of reindeer sausage, and ventured off to explore. We’d pitched our tents out in the boondoocks, alongside a massive and picturesque lake, so the only way to reach the central business district was by using these electric…

When it comes to non-fiction, I’m a sucker for travelogues.  There’s something oddly satisfying about sitting down in a comfortable chair and paging through an account about some poor sap struggling to ask directions in a foreign language, or even to check their luggage through airport security.  I particularly enjoy the suffering inherent in a good adventure story— the more perilous, the better— which is why I absolutely devoured “Into Thin Air”, John Krakauer’s memoir of an ill-fated Mount Everest expedition in 1996. In this classic tale of true adventure, Krakauer, a writer for Outside magazine, recounts his assignment to document the rapid growth of commercial guiding companies on Mount Everest’s dangerous slopes.  After a relatively smooth start, Krakauer’s team encountered a series of obstacles, including poor communication, equipment failures,…

There I was, stuck in Beijing during yet another wave of the COVID-19 Novel Coronavirus, when I felt an irresistible urge to break quarantine.  For some strange reason it seemed like most of the tourist sites had been kept open this time around, as opposed to just a few short months before when they’d been sealed off completely.  My mind made up, I turned off the Tiger King episodes I’d been binging and prepared to break free from the locked-down Traveling Circus.  One quick glance at my Middle Kingdom Bucket List showed there was still one more tourist attraction I had yet to explore, and this one was a doozy.   It was the Holy Grail of Communist Propaganda Museums. It was the White Whale of Revisionist Historical Sites. It was…

So there was this one time, on the day job, when for some reason or other the traveling circus shipped me off to Tunisia for a couple months.  This small, North African country is actually a pretty interesting place to pass some time— warm Mediterranean climate, awesome Italian food and no shortage of opportunities to forget my middle school French.  One of my favorite parts of that trip was exploring the ubiquitous Roman ruins, particularly around the ancient city of Carthage. At the time of my visit, the country was still recovering from its 2011 “Jasmine Revolution”, which was the start of the whole Arab Spring uprising.  As a result, there’d been a lot of changes to the tourist attractions listed in the secondhand guidebook I’d managed to swipe from somewhere. …