Ernest Hemingway saw life as a losing battle. Though life would beat you and shred you and knock your teeth in, Hemingway thought he could save his dignity by living dangerously, but bravely. When he was 19, he wrote in a letter to his family, “And how much better to die in all the happy period of undisillusioned youth, to go out in a blaze of light, than to have your body worn out and old and illusions shattered.”
They call it God’s Window for a reason: tucked along the Panorama Route in the eastern Mpumalanga province, God’s Window provides sublime views of the Lowveld, Kruger National Park and the Lebombo…
A place that embraces efficient public transportation, accessible green space and harnesses the power of nature isn’t a utopian fantasy; it’s the capital of Denmark. Recently, the Global Green Economy Index gave Copenhagen the title of “greenest city in the world” with a perfect score of 100 in terms of perception and performance. In the assessment, Global Green Economy authorities wrote that “Denmark relentlessly communicates its commitment to green growth through a variety of strategies and tactics.”
In a world where everything seems to have been done already, Jason Lewis has pulled off something entirely unique: circumnavigating the globe using only human power. No planes, motors or metal–just mental and physical endurance, along with the help of total strangers.
Since his 13-year, 45,000-mile journey, Lewis has written a series of award-winning books documenting his travels, with the latest installment slated for release in May. Perhaps more importantly, though, he’s returned with a renewed perspective on the environment, humankind’s interaction with it and the importance of living within Earth’s biophysical limits. I recently sat down with Lewis to discuss his trip and what he’s learned.
Found on the Lower East Side of Manhattan next to Little Italy, Chinatown, NYC is not for the faint of heart. As a visitor, you will be chum to the hungry frenzy of vendors eager to sell their ubiquitous wares for a quick buck. They will tug at your arm and wave at you frantically to corral you into their open-air shops, selling good luck statuettes of Chinese folk heroes side-by-side with the same twenty t-shirts they all sell.
“Good price, sunglasses, t-shirt, handbag” is a mantra repeated over and over, spoken in the same memorized monotone as the Buddhists’ chants down the street at the Mahayana Temple. The smells of asphalt, fish, hand-picked herbs, and sweet pastry cling to you in Chinatown, but nothing else sticks around for long– the speed of Chinatown is the speed of commerce, and if you’re not buying or selling, then you are in the way.