Travel

No grander entrance.

Hong Kong–based Peninsula Hotels has made its first European foray with the opening of Peninsula Paris at 19 Avenue Kléber, just steps from the Arc de Triomphe.

Wild at heart.

It was Kenyan paleoanthropologists Louis and Mary Leakey who pioneered the archeological exploration of their country’s lush Great Rift Valley. Their 2.5-million-year-old skeletal discoveries in Kenya and Tanzania were evidence that this expanse could well have been the cradle of mankind, and the very origin of us all.

Ride on.

There is a moment when you first learn to ride horseback that suddenly everything clicks. You learn to let go and trust your partner, and the trot you’ve spent hours mastering graduates to a rhythmic lope.

A rare breed.

“You throw yourself on the benevolence of the world, believing some kind of wisdom will come of it.” —Canadian explorer Wade Davis

A Thailand retreat.

“It’s not the normal concept of Thailand,” Philip Paxman says as we drive through jungle toward Kanlaya’s Eyrie, the far northern getaway he opened with partner Kanlaya (Gail) Opothisit in the autumn of 2013. Remote, stylish, and sited on a steep mountainside near the Burmese border, it redefines what it means to escape it all—and have paradise waiting for you.

Escape to the cinema.

One of the main charms of central Amsterdam is its Renaissance architecture. Just northwest of Rembrandt Square—named after Dutch master painter Rembrandt van Rijn—sits a prime example, the Pathé Tuschinski theatre.

How to deal with the inevitable.

FROM THE ARCHIVE: Depending on your route and destination, you can find yourself mired in a twilight-zone feeling of bewilderment as you arrive in a new time zone a full day behind or ahead of when you left, or like Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, driving a rental car through a looking-glass world of traffic on the “wrong” side of the road.

Sailor's delight.

There is an old boating adage, courtesy of Benjamin Franklin, that suggests visitors shouldn’t overstay their welcome—this does not apply at Loews Coronado Bay Resort. The hotel compound on San Diego Bay is flush with amenities, beckoning travellers to come, sail, stay awhile.

No one cares.

Call it an epidemic. With the rise in airport muddles, and travel travails, it’s become the customary thing, I’ve noticed, to kvetch—at length, and often to mere acquaintances—about one’s aisle-or-window woes.