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Feeling like Kate Winslet in Titanic, I balanced on the bow of our yacht, my salty hair swept back in the breeze, my sheer cotton shirt billowing behind. Dolphins raced us in the turquoise waters, so clear we could see the seabed.

Last July, Brittany and I met while study abroad in France. While in Europe we were encouraged to travel on the weekends. Half way through our trip, we decided that we should head south, fleeing the unusually rainy and cold...

“It’s uta” Frank said gloomily. Such an innocent, little word. Yet one which every researcher who sets foot in the Peruvian rainforest dreads to hear. We looked in dismay at the ulcer on his wrist.

I’d been in the country less than 24 hours before I became lost—and I don’t mean I struggled to locate the campus cafeteria; I mean LOST in the border between Hong Kong and Mainland China.

It is surprisingly difficult to identify a psychopath. You may think that instinct will kick in when the time is crucial and that you, as a functional, relatively sane individual, will recognise the potential for darkness in another.

I couldn't sleep. I sat next to the window in our small, cramped car, staring wide-eyed into the mess of black outside that seemed to be collapsing in on itself over and over. My hands and knees trembled in time with the bats...

I had hit the two-week mark of my three-month trip travelling around Europe and I was yet to see sun. As the ferry began gliding through the Aegean Sea, and the sun began making our pale winter skin prickle...

Night was falling, and fast. One by one, the stars put on their lights against the wide canopy of a purple sky stretched out between the Himalayas. In other circumstances, I would have been standing rapt...

“Do you smell that?” asked my husband Scott. “I do,” I replied. You couldn’t miss the toxic smell that hung in the air; a combination of feces, piling garbage, and cramped living conditions.

Everyone should do it, the rite of passage holiday. Seven days of no sleep, no memory and enough alcohol to start the onset of cirrhosis of the liver. I’d spent mine in Magaluf. But as the coach pulled into Palma airport...