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A Boney Tale: Neolithic Misadventures in Scotland | Nancy Lyon | United Kingdom, Scottish Highlands, Wick
The wind still carries echos of the neolithic peoples, Celtic warlords, tribal Picts and Vikings who marked the landscape with their chambered cairns, stone circles, henges, standing stones and brochs
A Créole Christmas | Nancy Lyon | Guadeloupe, Basse-Terre, Basse-Terre
How to spend a rum-hungover December 25th in Guadeloupe
Boomeranging Around Sydney | Nancy Lyon | Australia, New South Wales, Sydney
Would it whiz back around and hit me in the face? Or maybe even break my arm, like it did to that friend who was taught by the Aborigines? Or would it fly off at 100 mph and sink into the Sydney Harbour? That’s was what I was wondering as I stared at the wall of boomerangs in the renovated warehouse resounding with the eerie tones of the didgeridoo...
Cinderella in Donald Trump's Manhattan | Nancy Lyon | United States, New York State, New York
I have an invitation to see New York like I’ve never seen it after 15 years of living here - to stay at Donald Trump’s International Hotel & Tower, and to dine in the private 52nd floor penthouse of this sensational billionaire
Down the Drain | Nancy Lyon | United Kingdom, London, London
Over-the-shoulder espionage and underground eavesdropping: spend a day as a mole, mindlessly riding the Northern Line, the oldest, longest line of oldest subway on earth-the London Tube
Flirty Dancing | Nancy Lyon | Ireland, Clare & Limerick, Miltown Malbay
Let me spirit you away to Tir na n’Og, the mythical Gaelic Land of Youth where age and decay are strangers. In the Sliabh Luachra region of Ireland's East Kerry-West Cork border
Hayman Island | Nancy Lyon | Australia, Great Barrier Reef, Hayman Island
Shapes upon shapes in the luminous blue wet - long waving tendrils, giant brains, kidneys, spongy fingers, stag horns, mushrooms, daisies, organ pipes, and translucent lacey sea fans
In the Valley of the Kong Longs | Nancy Lyon | Canada, Alberta, Drumheller
You hear lots of dinosaur yarns around Drumheller where, in the badlands, you can camp beside the footprints of Hadrosaurs and inhale the antediluvian dust of excavations at work
Madeira’s Floating Garden | Nancy Lyon | Portugal, Madeira, Funchal
I could have walked for weeks along the levadas, soothed by the aromatherapy of the hundreds of flowery scents, the shifting light and shade, the sound of coursing water, and the pure Zen of the scenery
Mountain Biking in Los Angeles | Nancy Lyon | United States, California, Los Angeles
Forget cars. What could look cooler and tougher in L.A. than dodging limos and weaving between stretch-caddies - on a mountain bike!
My Perfect Day in Montreal | Nancy Lyon | Canada, Quebec, Montreal
La Canicule: Even English-speaking Montrealers agree that it sounds hotter in French, the heat wave that drenches our libidinous city in sensuality
The Bull Rider’s Prayer: Rodeo Night | Nancy Lyon | United States, Wyoming, Cody
It was hard to get lost on the main street that Buffalo Bill Cody had made wide enough for his West Show wagon teams of horses, cowboys, Indians, rough riders, and sharp-shooters to turn around in
Toronto: the Good City that would be Bad | Nancy Lyon | Canada, Ontario, Toronto
Toronto is a city of neighborhoods. We go from the Gay Village’s rainbow flags and colorful cafés, to the Victorian bay-and-gable architecture of gentrified Cabbagetown, to the Entertainment District to prowl
Tunes from the Crypt: Haunted Edinburgh | Nancy Lyon | United Kingdom, Edinburgh, Edinburgh
There were putrefying smells, strange searingly cold spots and visitors leaving with scratches, black eyes, gouges, claw marks and bruises
Wide Right! Short Left! | Nancy Lyon | United Kingdom, Devon and Cornwall, Cornwall
The butterflies I'd felt, looking down at these diabolical circles from the window of the Boeing 747 the morning before, were nothing compared to the giant Luna moths flapping around my abdomen now. Finally, after going around the roundabout 12 times - she counted them - I zinged off onto the exit lane, and pulled over in a sweat. Suzanna silently took the wheel...