Rob Chursinoff finds himself in an undesirable situation. His quick thinking saves his ass.I’M WEAVING THROUGH the mass of downtown commuters, en route to a meeting, when a thin and destitute-looking man approaches me. He says hello and asks where I’m from.“Canada,” I tell him abruptly without slowing my pace.
You will never look inside your refrigerator the same way again.I’ve got this obsession.It goes like this: Someone invites me into their home. When no one is around, I go into the kitchen and open the refrigerator and the ritual begins. I examine their condiments, recording my findings in a notepad. It’s all very scientific.
Urban explorer Steve Duncan shares shots from his out-of-bounds expeditions in New York, London, Paris, and other world cities. Editor’s note: All photos courtesy of Steve Duncan. All rights reserved. Steve Duncan has been an urban explorer for over a decade, first venturing underground as a student at Columbia University in New York City.
Most people just pass right through PN on their way to Torres del Paine.THE WINTER IN Puerto Natales, Chile is long and unforgiving. I spent four months grateful for GoreTex and marking hours of darkness with a constant stream of caffeinated beverages.Still, even in winter, it’s a mistake (one I saw most gringos making) to just pass through town, budgeting only a day or a few hours before bussing off to Torres del Paine.
Hal Amen’s Korean for BeginnersWhen they’re not busy working on Matador projects, our editors are writing award-winning travel narratives and publishing language and guide books.I WAS EDITING some articles for Matador last week when the doorbell rang.“Are you expecting anyone?” my husband asked me.I wasn’t.
A delicacy in India and a taboo most everywhere else, goat fetus is described as creamy and liver like…hmmmm.IT IS CALLED KUTTI PI, and it is made of unborn goat, among other yummy ingredients. It is taboo even in India, the country of its culinary causation. Kutti pi (pronounced “cootie pie,” as in the germs that pig-tailed girls on the playground have) has its origins in the Anglo-Indian community, where it may be at once considered a delicacy and vehemently abhorred.