In which the Tongariro National Park provides an ascent through the clouds.

In which an unexpected feature of The Philippines becomes the most memorable.

In which I scale a fence and evade a security guard to explore an abandoned resort.

In which the tangle of streets in Morocco's medinas lead everywhere and nowhere.

In which I visit an art gallery in Paris and the strokes of paint reveal new realms.

In which we retreat to a cabin in the woods, warm ourselves in the heat of a sauna, and jump into an icy lake.

In which I miss my stop on the train and end up wandering through the Polish countryside.

In which an abandoned railway winds its way through the middle of Vancouver and I walk along its overgrown tracks.

In which we drive down the South Coast of Iceland and see the bizarre beauty and diversity of the island.

In which my first meal in Iceland consists of cubes of shark flesh; we see the sights of Reykjavík; and our fortunes change at the last minute.

In which we camp in the Lake District; a pleasant walk becomes a 30km odyssey involving a mountain; and I survive an altercation with a tree.

In which we wander the streets of Ljubljana; a snowfall covers everything and the world changes.