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The final day broke over Vietnam. On a creaking, wooden ship in a secluded cove of the South China Sea, the old crow and I greeted the morning sun. It’s...

On the banks of the Tiber, just a few hundred yards from the the Vatican’s front door, you’ll find a guitar player. At least, that’s where I found him. He’ll...

The night train rumbled into Hanoi just before dawn. It had taken all night to rattle 500km north from Dong Hoi to the nation’s capital, and in that time we’d...

The dead man lay sprawling on the floor. His fingers were curled into a ball, shielding his head from the ground. His hair would have blown in the breeze, had...

The Eternal City—Virgil called it that. He walked these streets and penned those words more than 1,900 years ago. Now, we just call it Rome.