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Cockfighting In The Philippines: John M. Edwards attends a horrific, but breathtaking, “cockfight” on Bantayan Island in the Philippines, only to end up wondering what exactly were the ingredients in the national dish of adobo.

It was our second night in a motorway service station. We had just escaped the clutches of a pervert with wandering hands disguised as a friendly truck driver, and now we faced another long wait, fidgeting on hard greasy tables...

Looking to get away from the bright lights and intrusive noises of the city, my girlfriend and I made a plan to visit the Booderee National park to camp, surf, drink and relax for a weekend of solitudue.

It was year 2007. My husband and I were looking forward to a special holiday on Petit St. Vincent in the Caribbean. It was this island`s unusual atmosphere that first attracted me, the fact that the villas do not lock...

We fluttered down hidden steps, crawled under fallen trees and side stepped razor grass. We reached a swamp with thick grey water that settled at our thighs and filled our boots; it was a maze of hanging vines and reeds...

What I pictured all of Fiji to be like when I found out I was going: 1.Warm, Pacific waters, sparkling and glittering with every ray of sun, 2.White sand beaches, as soft as silk and comfortably hot underneath my toes...

“Sir, Madam, please, jump in, you’ll bump around, smell and hear everything going on and if you have questions Vijay, your driver has driven rickshaws for 20 years” was our guide Sanjay’s parting shot on commencing...

Before I visited Kyoto, I had read countless articles saying the same thing: True geisha are notoriously difficult to spot.

For the first weeks I was in Kenya, my father was with me. We’d gone on safari at the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro and bought jewelry in the market.

It was the 1st of November 2012, I was on my gap year attempting to work out if I wanted to sell my soul to the government or to a company in the promise of a piece of paper.