My first thought as we settled into our homestay on day one of our trip in Raja Ampat was that I never wanted the trip to end. Our neat and tidy homestay was elevated above the turquoise water by stilts, with thatched roof above and a beautiful view that allowed us to watch the world go by and leave all the cares of our modern world behind. Our world, for the next 7 days, . . .
I have recently viewed various photos of friends ski trips all over the world. From Traverses in Europe to the backcountry of whistler, from off piste skiing in Japan to the slack country of the States. What caught my attention about all these trips were the number of “others” in the backgrounds of all of these photos. Crowds, sometimes even hordes of people skiing in the same places. I found it hard not to cringe . . .
