It’s hot in Mfuwe. I feel the heat rising off the airstrip as soon as the plane touches down. “October is called ‘Suicide Month’ in Zambia,” my friend tells me. “It’s hot, and the scarcity of water means that the game viewing is amazing.” We are headed to South Luangwa National Park, and I can’t wait to see the wildlife.
It’s a big year for Lusaka. The Zambian capital is celebrating its centenary, and there are signs all along the dusty road from the airport to the city commemorating the 100th anniversary of its founding. Interspersed among them are billboards springing up out of the red earth, welcoming visitors to Lusaka with smiling faces.
There’s something mythical about the Greek islands. Maybe it’s the history or the mountainous landscapes, maybe it’s the fact that the ruins of ancient civilizations pop up on every street corner. Whatever it is, I like it. So much so that while I’m traveling in Bodrum, I take a day trip to the island of Kos in Greece.
The shiny new marina opened in July, just in time for the summer season on the Turkish Riviera. Shops selling luxury goods and expensive coffee are interspersed with fountains fronted by yachts. Outdoor art galleries sit under sparkling new canopies, and restaurants offering al fresco dining are as open for business at the end of the high season as they were at the beginning. This is Yalikavak, the newest hot spot on the Turkish Riviera.