What's not to love about Turkey. From the sheer size of Istanbul, her stunning setting straddling the Bosphorus, to the majesty of her mosques and the lure of her bustling bazaars. From the eerie silence of the World War I battlegrounds at Gallipoli, to the wonder of the cave houses of Cappadocia and the natural beauty of her white-sand Mediterranean beaches.
It's a little known fact that the word Parkour comes from the French and translated literally means, "lover's escape".
The term was first coined back in 1927 after an episode in Paris' 7th Arrondissement - not far from the Hôtel des Invalides and a mere clove's throw from the southern banks of the Seine - where Cartwright P. Moocjheenie (lover, philanthropist) was caught four stories up, with his pants down.
I remember my first taste of Red Bull. It was the mid-nineties, I was hanging out in a bean-bag bar on Khao San Road in Bangkok watching a dodgy copy of Beverly Hills Cop III, with a bunch of happy Brits and a hippy Dane by the name of Munz. Munz had a massive head.
Munz offered me what looked like a medicine bottle with a little Thai script and a couple of bulls in profile, on the label.
The day is hellish. It's as muggy as Hades with a hulking swell and a vertical driving rain that's kept everyone off deck. I'm told - perhaps presumptuously - that we'll probably be barging the bilge through the thwacker before any respite from the starboard for neigh on six. Whatever the fuck that means. By my reckoning we're still making decent time though, pushing on through open water aided by a 45 knot sou-wester toward Sulat Sunda - the passage of sea that separates the Indonesian islands of Java and Sumatra.
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What could be gained from denying the world these pioneers of the pantry? And without them, who would ever think of combining pears with pine nuts and popping it on a pork chop?
This time around the victim was Jordan Fancy — the seething, pock-speckled English chef from Kitchen Death Wish. Kitchen Death Wish (or KDW to its devotees) pitted wannabe chefs against other in three rounds - an appetiser, a main and a dessert. Hardly the most original concept but producers in the genre were becoming complacent.
Type the term, "baby jumping" into youtube and you'll get a pleasant, inevitable mix of toddlers bouncing in harnesses or toppling into swimming pools. It's all pretty tame stuff until you get to an entry about half way down the first page where things take a bit of a turn to the dark side.
It's there you'll find a video from Lonely Planet photographer, Dominic Bonuccelli that takes a closer look at the Spanish festival of El Colacho, known in English as the Baby Jumping Festival.
I love to watch good skateboarding but it seems like such a hard sport, not just to master but to attain any sort of level of above-averageness.
Now you might be asking yourself, "what the freak do you know about skateboarding fat-boy?", before making some wicked sort-of-sideways gesture with your hand and adding, "skate or die!"
To which my answer would have to be, "Not a lot. I guess I'll have to take death."
There's something incredibly gratifying in watching tilt-shift, time-lapse photography.
Appreciating the time-lapse aspect is easy for anyone with a patience problem. And maybe the tilt-shift appeals to the child in me - it's like you're a giant and your toy box has come to life. Okay, enough of sharing this inner-monologue.
Photo courtesy of CassandraW1.
There are some fascinating traditional festivals that take place around the globe every month but probably none more bloody (and few more colourful) than the Andean festival of Tinku.
Each May, thousands of indigenous Bolivian indians ascend upon the isolated, mountainous city of Potosi looking to pick a fight.
In a ritual dating back 600 years, local indians slug it out, toe-to-toe until blood is spilt. The spilt blood - an offering to the earth goddess Pachamama - should ensure a successful harvest for the coming season.