MrPassenger

Curious glances, nervous feet at the airport, always the same scene. Many cling to the crutch of companionship. The inescapable conclusion is this: most people fear their own company more than a missed connection. But what happens if that fear gets ignored, even briefly?

The city sprawls, a patchwork quilt stitched across a valley, hemmed in by mountain ridges and restless energy. Urban life rushes past Aztec ruins and colonial domes, then slows to savor street corn under purple jacaranda blooms. Impossible to take it all in at

A country with more train routes than many travelers realize, Italy ties its regions together on tracks that slice through valleys and countryside. Forget those winding bus transfers that drag on all afternoon. The rails slice time in half, Florence to Rome in under

One does not simply stumble upon a genuine slice in Naples by ducking into the first pizzeria with a faded sign and tables jammed with tourists. That’s missing the forest for the dough, truly. The myth of “authentic pizza” lures travelers to the city

A city that runs on both speed and ceremony, few first-timers can quite brace themselves for what Tokyo delivers. It’s not hyperbole, it’s fact: stepping off the Narita Express is like falling into a pinball machine, one lit by the blinding glow of vending

Perched between cliffs and the Mediterranean, a certain coastal strip in southern Italy doesn’t just attract tourists, it ensnares them. What’s the appeal? Is it the glow of lemon groves or the pastel houses tumbling toward turquoise water? Or perhaps it’s something less tangible:

Hong Kong moves fast, blink and a pagoda gives way to neon, to trams, to someone grilling squid right in the street. The city’s famous for cramming more possibility into a weekend than most places manage in a month. Some visitors want only shopping