I recently joined a mixed martial arts gym where jiu jitsu black belts and UFC champions train five feet from where I self-consciously stretch, fancying myself an incarnation of trainer Brock from Pokemon (a thought that makes me laugh, hence attracting more attention to my terrible hand wraps). In need of some fighter mojo, I...
Five time National Champion. Athlete representative on the 2008 Toronto Olympic bid. With thirty countries under his belt and quite a bit of hardware to show for it, Canadian Badminton pro Stu Arthur tells us the secrets of life as a jetsetting athlete.
RSJ favorite Megan Edmiston has recently come back from a whirlwind tour of Greece and the UK. Her practical advice for eating like a local–and the mouth-watering photos that accompany it–will have you shamelessly reaching for haggis in no time.
Hilarious Russian fashion commentator & bon vivant Emily Holland dishes insider tips on shopping abroad like a pro. We’ve got news: packing light does not apply for the way home. Rule #1 — just buy it. There, don’t you feel better now?
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this video must be worth a million. Follow expat Giulia Cibotti through an incredible montage that captures “The Beijing Pace.” With a Calvin Harris soundtrack & definitive urban style, you’ll want to join the madness…that is, if you can keep up.
With a five day countdown until the 30th games kick off in London, it’s time to start the inevitable packing relay! Who will win gold? Here are five things we can’t leave without–from hair care products of the tzars (you read that correctly) to the headphones on every traveler’s wish list.
You’re sitting at your desk, but in reality you’re elsewhere. Sunning in Malaysia, luxuriating over tapas in Madrid. While the rest of your friends are planning their Thursday night, you’re still stuck in a foreign port. There is an art to coming home. Rule #1? Be wherever you are right now.
It was like something out of a CSI episode. Nathalie Dade woke up in a Berlin hostel in sheets marred by her own blood. Red streaks and tiny black specs no larger than a pinhead lay scattered across her pillow. When one of the specs suddenly began to move, she writes, “I nearly fainted.”
Marco Polo. Victoria. The Flying Club. Star Alliance. Remember in high school when you joined every club in existence to make your resume look better?If you’re treating frequent flyer memberships with as much attention (or should I say, as little) as you treated Model UN, it’s time to get a handle on the hundreds of...
I recently had drinks at Goldbar in Manhattan with that friend who always shakes his head. I tell him of my most recent exploits, my hopes and dreams, and he gives that quiet smirk as if to say, “you’re out of control.” Though well-meaning, his greatest gripe has always been that I prefer to travel...
The option of going on student exchange was my ‘get out of heartbreak free’ card when I found myself needing a hiatus from my life. What better way to jumpstart your heart than to throw yourself into the deep end and remember how to swim again?