A white septuagenarian tour guide told us that apartheid was completely eradicated, that that dark part of South Africa's history was all in the past.
But he, like so many others in Johannesburg, had likely erased Soweto and the other ghetto townships surrounding the city from his mind. Soweto, a township encumbered by poverty and the symptoms of that malaise, were living proof that apartheid was still very much a struggle in South Africa.
If you love New York, Mexico City, Milan, Santa Barbara, and fucking cheap ass cigarettes with good music and radass graphic design, then go to Beirut, Lebanon. This city's amp is as loud as New York's. It has the family heart and chaos of Mexico City, and a non-conforming classicism in style and design. All backed by a strong understanding of retrograding into the coasts of tan lines. This is where you'll find me every summer/fall. It is the land that beckons me to keep celebrating the inevitable and stay on my toes.
Locals of Cappadocia, Turkey call this place Imagination Valley. Perhaps because of the wind that caresses this land with enchantment, such a marvelous existence here on this very earth.
Sur, Oman (coming soon)