Another beautiful day at Croatia's Krka National Park.
Spending a beautiful day on the Jurassic coast.
Hanoi, it turns out, is a riot.
We make it up the mountain to the freezing peak. We catch the beautifully misty pastel sunrise, I feel at peace.
Picture this: a cluster of islands boasting turquoise seas, powdery white sand, crystal clear lagoons, zero phone or internet signal, and barely any other humans around.
At the Kuang-Si Falls in Laos, a tense, sticky morning trickles quietly into a blissful afternoon.
Flecks of gold glimmer across the open ocean; the yawning orange sun burns brilliantly in the sky. A little way from shore, beneath hovering cirrus clouds of lilac, a bamboo raft floats at sea, beckoning us to watch dusk fall from its wooden cylinders. We have no choice but to yield to its irresistible call.
Our first few days in Vietnam have been wild, involving bumpy nights on sleeper buses and hour long treks around mountains, but somehow we get the energy to head to Phong Nha.
Birds chirp, insects hum, leaves rustle. The chorus of the universe. I slip my sleepless bones into a terrace chair and breathe a sigh of bliss.
"Go to the Top of the World," says the waiter at Nyinabulitwa Lodge as he collects our plates. "The top peak by Kibale Forest, overlooking the crater lakes. Very beautiful, must-see. Promise."