Words and photos by Matt Dursum Over a glass of fresh pressed sugar cane juice, my girlfriend and I went over our time in Foz do Iguaçu, Brazil with our Airbnb host, driver, and all-around great guy, Thiago Kim. Born in Argentina, Kim has since lived for several years on the Brazilian side of the falls and on top of running several Airbnbs, he runs a tourism company. For a week, we relied on Kim’s…
As the ferry docks in the small port town of Gilimanuk, crowds of motorbikes rev their engines and flood out into the main highway. As you and the other bikes pour out into the road, hot engine exhaust at your heels and kretek (clove cigarette) smoke in your face, your last glimpse of Java is the magnificent view of Mt. Raung; its smoking caldera looming like a shadow over the narrow Bali Strait behind you.…
A calm mist settled over the centuries old temples in front of me as I woke to the sun creeping up over the tree-line across the river. Flocks of colorful birds began circling the crumbling ruins as the sun rose higher. The first sounds of dawn in Orchha weren’t car horns or train whistles but the sounds of the Indian Rollers and junglefowls echoing through the forest. The rolling green hills of the Bundelkhand region…