Kariss's travels

Oceania is not just a region—it’s a revelation. Comprising Australia, New Zealand, and the Pacific Islands, it stretches across the world’s largest ocean, offering

Whether you’re hiking through the Scottish Highlands, sunbathing in Bali, or navigating the dry air of a desert retreat, your skin and body respond

Travel is often framed as escape—a break from routine, a journey into the unknown. But for many, travel is not about leaving—it’s about returning.

There’s something timeless about sailing. The creak of wood, the hiss of wind, the rhythm of waves—it’s a language older than roads and railways.

Tucked between the Atlantic Ocean and Arcachon Bay, Cap Ferret is often called the “French Hamptons.” But that nickname barely scratches the surface. Unlike

When travelers think of Greek islands, they often picture Santorini’s whitewashed cliffs or Mykonos’s party beaches. But tucked away in the northeastern Aegean Sea

In a world of fast-paced travel and curated luxury, a new kind of retreat is emerging—one that blends wellness, sustainability, and wild nature. Welcome

Imagine waking up to the sound of birdsong, the scent of lavender drifting through open windows, and the golden light of the Italian countryside

Music festivals have long been synonymous with escape—an immersive blend of sound, culture, and community. But in 2025, they’re becoming something more: a platform

In a world obsessed with speed, slow travel is a radical act. It’s not just about taking your time—it’s about transforming how you experience

Imagine strolling through the cobbled streets of Florence in September, sipping espresso without a crowd jostling for the same café table. Or hiking the

Stand at the edge of Victoria Falls—the world’s largest sheet of falling water—and feel the thrill of Devil’s Pool on the Zambezi’s daring lip.

On the map, the Okavango looks like someone upended a river over the desert and forgot to sweep up the pieces. On the water,

The Sanaga River doesn’t pose for pictures; it moves, insists, revises. An hour northeast of Yaoundé, where the road loosens its shoulders and the

Ivory light on ivory marble, gathering itself on a great colonnade before it dared the dome. I’d come into Yamoussoukro just after dawn, the