I have been working too hard. Strapped to my desk and plugged in, my eyes are permanently blurred. My head has even started to pound a little bit; I feel drained. Today, though, I am booked in for something a little more extreme, a little more immersive.

I have surprised Manuel. His eyes don´t really believe me, his mouth forming a perfectly round O, followed by an exhalation of confused air. ¨What about your family? ¨They always inevitably ask, followed by an exclamation of ¨But New Zealand is paradise! ¨.  But nothing I say ever convinces them, so I just change the subject quickly. The day is a Saturday and I am in the small community of Calpún, four hours south of Santiago and an hour from the nearest city, Curicó.

It seems all anyone is talking about these days is health.  Our checklists contain key words that ten years ago were only a vague buzzing in our heads.  We ask: Is it organic? Compostable? Eco-friendly?  Our desire to achieve these goals is driven to peak frenzy by the rise of new travel trends, with ecotourism being touted as the fastest growing sector in travel with an annual revenue of $77 billion that is set to peak in 2018. This is the kind of travel that focuses on the health of a place, l

In 2009 I stood on the edge of the Thar Desert and looked across what remained of India to the great expanse of Pakistan before me. That moment amidst the rolling, golden sand dunes was almost completely silent, save for the snorts and sighs that came from the camels nearby. It was then that I realized how far from home I really was—and how alive I felt.

The Patagonia of old is a place that conjures up images of impossibly clear skies, mountains for miles, iconic wildlife and thoughts of frozen glaciers that stretch until the end of the world. Its most famous spot, Torres del Paine National Park, is remote, snuggled between mountains and the Southern Patagonian Ice Fields, with a unique landscape featuring the ancient towers of the Paine motif, deep valleys and wetlands of the ilk found nowhere else in the world.

There's something strangely disconcerting about seeing animals in the wild. Maybe it's the way their ears flicker when they sense your presence, or the way they are so quietly oblivious to your footsteps. Or maybe it's because I'm in Patagonia, at the edge of the world, in a place where the scenery is all sharp peaks, grey granite and sloping fields. I am in Torres del Paine National Park, one of eleven protected areas within the Magellanic and Antarctic regions, and which stretches for 181,414

There is something strangely delicious about stepping onto fresh snow.  There’s the soft crunch as you place your heel, that tiny sinking feeling as the ball of your foot goes down, then the gentle smattering of ice as your toes press in. Patagonia in winter is like a forgotten wonderland, a solitary space tainted only by white powder, birdsong, and my footsteps. A crisp breeze caresses rather than smothers, the notorious winds for which the area is so well-known have died down for the season

Santiago is not exactly known for having the cobbled streets of Europe, but venture into Barrio Concha y Toro deep in the city’s heart and that is precisely what you will find. This neighbourhood is a declared national monument with architecture dating back to the 1870’s. Picture small winding lanes and looming historical facades that peer out beneath a blanket of silence, and you will be pleasantly surprised by what you might encounter here. There isn’t much to do here except walk the few quiet streets while clutching your camera, but visit at night and this tiny sector takes on an eerily romantic quality that makes it perfect for couples looking to idly stroll hand in hand beside the picturesque fountain.

honestly do not go looking for spiders. They just always seem to find me, and in Australia there is a higher chance of meeting one’s eight-legged nemesis than anywhere else in the world. For this sprawling nation is home to some of the world’s most lethal arachnids, amongst other things weird and wonderful.