The Faroe Islands
“Like your moody aunt, the Faroe Islands display characteristics of cranky, wind-blown isolation in the most endearing manner, tempting visitors to chip away at her mysterious beauty”
How can a region rise above a deadly turmoil that caused the relocation of millions of people when its border was drawn and pivot such negativity into a mock stand-off that draws two stadiums full of cheering visitors every night? The Attari - Wagah border between India and Pakistan has managed to do precisely this by diffusing tensions with a one-of-a-kind and purely entertaining production.
Our particular route via the Schiesser Ledges to the Alpine Club of Canada's Neil Colgan Hut - Canada's highest, permanent habitable structure - had turned from a scramble into a low-grade climb. And I was a novice mountaineer quickly flying past my zone of comfort.
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Photo credit: Chad O'Hare
Step into Havana, Cuba with the draft excerpt below taken from the Modern Metropolises chapter in my upcoming book, Searching for Unique:
Unravel stories of the ancient Maya in the Honduran site of Copán.
What to expect:
Excerpt taken from Dust in My Pack by Nancy O'Hare
“Personalities seemed exposed here. In fact, one of my favourite carvings was of a cranky old man. He rested nearby, beside Temple Eleven. His chiselled face emerged from a stone block about a metre square in size—with details including a bandana tied around his head, wrinkles, a furrowed brow and a couple of missing teeth. This effigy was aptly named El Anciano (“The Old Man”).”
Catch a glimpse into a day spent climbing the President (3,138 metres) and Vice President (3,066 metres) in Canada's Yoho National Park.
03:50 am - I tore open the Starbucks' instant coffee sachet, lazily cursing the missing component for the camping-style French press that sat cold and empty on the kitchen shelf.
04:32 am - Crunch. I glanced around at the darkness that surrounded our team of five before quickly looking back to the ground. The gravelly trail wound around the creek and led us away from the Stanley Mitchell hut where I had eventually grasped about three hours of sleep. Blackness hid the peaks above. The pathway remained flat - for now.
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