Catherine Marshall has worked as a journalist for more than three decades and has received awards for her travel writing and reportage in Australia and abroad. She specialises in emerging destinations, conservation and immersive travel.
Notwithstanding an emergency, a flight’s departure and arrivals points are usually fixed resolutely to the map. But on multiple occasions my planes have touched down in unexpected places.
The damming of a river in the ’50s saw thousands of stranded animals relocated to the shorts of Lake Kariba. The descendants are still here.
With bookings on the rise, Africa is one of the most aspirational destinations.
Even the most questionable of edibles I’ve been dished up on my travels have turned out to be tasty.
“Which station should I get off at?” she texts en route. “You’re well-versed, not like your anxious non-traveller friend.”
Amsterdam’s van Gogh museum is booked out, so we plan a jaunt to Van Gogh Village, Nuenen, where the master perfected his technique.
“Chicago’s got weather,” she says. “Doesn’t everywhere have weather?” I mutter, as she bats us away. Unbeknown to us, we’re about to experience groundhog day.
One of the world’s greatest national parks turns 100 this year. I’ve been visiting it for almost half its life.
Greenland isn’t the first frozen region to pique an American president’s interest.
At the train station we’re the only passengers who get off. At our accommodation, we’re the first foreigners our host has seen in a long time.