Jessa Crispin sates her wanderlust by checking in with four travel writers who are scattered around the globe.
Reading W. Somerset Maugham novels, it almost seems a shame that we travel by planes, or locked away alone in our solitary cars, rather than boat or ship. I say that in the way that someone has nostalgia for the 1950s: I wouldn’t actually want to go back to those days. My friends may come [...]
Graham Greene knows the miseries of travel. But he also understands why we go again anyway, even when we feel we barely made it back from that last trip alive.