Sabbatical Magazine, Planet Earth (2025)

12/09/2016

Surfer's graveyard on Playa Guiones, Costa Rica. Ready to be washed away when Amphitrite calls.

11/09/2016

Alpacas guess where? Nope, an alpaca farm in Henderson, NC.

30/12/2015

Can you guess where this photo was taken?

29/12/2015

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11/10/2015

Chilean Treealien

I don’t know why, but to me this tree looked like it had an alien face. I was like, look at that tree… WTF? I am pretty sure my wife looked at me like WTF… Squint your eyes and tell us What do you think? -Trey

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22/08/2015

Kids will be Kids…

Spotted these two kids annoying each other while wearing ceremonial dress for a traditional performance at a temple just outside of Chiang Mai, Thailand. The little girl was hitting the little boy with the plastic cup while he tried to get away. This just shows that children are the same all over the world! Kelly Dunning http://ift.tt/1KCecDt

16/03/2015

A Skecher in Egypt.

Our trip to Egypt started with me kneeling on the bathroom floor in front of the bidet and trying to clean a glob of camel excrement off my Skecher. We hadn’t yet showered after our sunrise tour of the pyramids and “de-camelized” ourselves (a.k.a.: gotten rid of our heavy camel stench). The bidet seemed to be the only place to rescue the poor shoe without contaminating other crucial areas in the bathroom. When my sister walked in there, I screamed at her get out. “Yeah,” she retorted, snorting, “like I actually want to stay in here.” It’s a good thing we checked out of the hotel that day, for I had no desire to face the housekeeping staff after they made their round. To this day, I can only imagine them scrubbing the bidet in disgust, while muttering something to the likes of: “These stupid ignorant Americans! They actually took a S*&^$ in the bidet!!!” The Skecher served its purpose for the rest of our Egyptian adventures, but despite its emergency visit to the bidet, its life was never saved. Its color eventually faded from a lovely bright pink to a smelly brown, such that I had to wear a pair of heels on the plane back to the land of opportunity.

Kat Mizouni
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16/03/2015

A Skecher in Egypt.

Our trip to Egypt started with me kneeling on the bathroom floor in front of the bidet and trying to clean a glob of camel excrement off my Skecher. We hadn’t yet showered after our sunrise tour of the pyramids and “de-camelized” ourselves (a.k.a.: gotten rid of our heavy camel stench). The bidet seemed to be the only place to rescue the poor shoe without contaminating other crucial areas in the bathroom. When my sister walked in there, I screamed at her get out. “Yeah,” she retorted, snorting, “like I actually want to stay in here.” It’s a good thing we checked out of the hotel that day, for I had no desire to face the housekeeping staff after they made their round. To this day, I can only imagine them scrubbing the bidet in disgust, while muttering something to the likes of: “These stupid ignorant Americans! They actually took a S*&^$ in the bidet!!!” The Skecher served its purpose for the rest of our Egyptian adventures, but despite its emergency visit to the bidet, its life was never saved. Its color eventually faded from a lovely bright pink to a smelly brown, such that I had to wear a pair of heels on the plane back to the land of opportunity.

Kat Mizouni
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14/03/2015

Hidalgo Market

El Mercado Hildago (The Hidalgo Market) provides one of the best marketplace experiences for travelers in all of Mexico—it caters to both locals and tourists, and manages to remain “authentic” while still offering an opportunity to buy souvenirs and trinkets for friends and family back home. Aside from a few stalls by the main entrance, the first floor consists almost entirely of vendors catering to the local market—think produce and meats, bootleg DVDs, bulk nuts and candies, and of course delicious and inexpensive traditional Mexican cuisine. Climb the main staircase past the shrine of the Virgin Mary, however, and you’re in tourist shopping heaven. Nearly the entire second floor consists of stalls selling souvenirs, with a specific focus on handmade handicrafts of all sorts. Though not as cutthroat as many public markets throughout Latin America, feel free to do a bit of bargaining!

Jim Dobrowolski
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14/03/2015

Hidalgo Market

El Mercado Hildago (The Hidalgo Market) provides one of the best marketplace experiences for travelers in all of Mexico—it caters to both locals and tourists, and manages to remain “authentic” while still offering an opportunity to buy souvenirs and trinkets for friends and family back home. Aside from a few stalls by the main entrance, the first floor consists almost entirely of vendors catering to the local market—think produce and meats, bootleg DVDs, bulk nuts and candies, and of course delicious and inexpensive traditional Mexican cuisine. Climb the main staircase past the shrine of the Virgin Mary, however, and you’re in tourist shopping heaven. Nearly the entire second floor consists of stalls selling souvenirs, with a specific focus on handmade handicrafts of all sorts. Though not as cutthroat as many public markets throughout Latin America, feel free to do a bit of bargaining!

Jim Dobrowolski
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10/03/2015

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10/03/2015

3 Tips to submitting a great post… Hook, Line, and Sinker HOOK: To catch the readers eye, the photo is arguably the most important. Photos need to be your own and visually express the story. LINE: Title helps influence people to click and read the post. Get creative here. SINKER: Content is what makes you, you. Write about: A Travel Tip Funny Story Life Changing Experience Relationship or Family Moment Serious Topic Be Strange

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09/03/2015

Dreaming of Potosi.

Have you ever looked at a picture that made you feel like you were dreaming? This photo of the evening sky in Potosi, Bolivia gives me that sensation. It reminds me that the early Spanish conquests literally sent mountains of silver from its mines. It reminds me that this town hasn’t quite shaken that sense of oppression from working in literally some of the most dangerous mines in the world. Potosi hasn’t changed much except there’s a bus terminal now to take you away from this sleepy dusty dreamy city left over from colonial rule….

Jessica Grissom
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09/03/2015

Dreaming of Potosi.

Have you ever looked at a picture that made you feel like you were dreaming? This photo of the evening sky in Potosi, Bolivia gives me that sensation. It reminds me that the early Spanish conquests literally sent mountains of silver from its mines. It reminds me that this town hasn’t quite shaken that sense of oppression from working in literally some of the most dangerous mines in the world. Potosi hasn’t changed much except there’s a bus terminal now to take you away from this sleepy dusty dreamy city left over from colonial rule….

Jessica Grissom
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07/03/2015

Bo***es!

That made you click, didn’t it? I’m actually talking about blue-footed bo***es, the charismatic birds which can be seen all over the Galapagos Islands. Although they nest on land, blue-footed bo***es catch their lunch by diving into the sea to grab a fish. These fish contain carotenoids which give the feet their bright blue hue. Males show off the bright colours of their feet in mating displays where they waggle one foot at a time in front of a female. More than one male may compete for a single female, lifting their feet and doing the waggle dance until the female decides which male she likes best. Females usually seem to choose the males with the brighter blue feet, which is believed to be an indicator of a better immune system. The bo***es can be seen all over the Galapagos Islands, though one of the best places to see them dancing is on North Seymour. If you can’t stretch for a trip to the Galapagos Islands, you can also see blue-footed bo***es on Isla de la Plata, which is an easy (and much cheaper) day trip from Puerto Lopez on the Ecuadorian mainland.

Sarah Papworth
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07/03/2015

Bo***es!

That made you click, didn’t it? I’m actually talking about blue-footed bo***es, the charismatic birds which can be seen all over the Galapagos Islands. Although they nest on land, blue-footed bo***es catch their lunch by diving into the sea to grab a fish. These fish contain carotenoids which give the feet their bright blue hue. Males show off the bright colours of their feet in mating displays where they waggle one foot at a time in front of a female. More than one male may compete for a single female, lifting their feet and doing the waggle dance until the female decides which male she likes best. Females usually seem to choose the males with the brighter blue feet, which is believed to be an indicator of a better immune system. The bo***es can be seen all over the Galapagos Islands, though one of the best places to see them dancing is on North Seymour. If you can’t stretch for a trip to the Galapagos Islands, you can also see blue-footed bo***es on Isla de la Plata, which is an easy (and much cheaper) day trip from Puerto Lopez on the Ecuadorian mainland.

Sarah Papworth
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06/03/2015

The Mudejar Pavilion.

The Mudejar Pavilion was built by the architect Anbal Gonzalez as part of an extensive urban development project for the 1929 Ibero-American Exhibition. The pavilion, which functioned as the Palace of Decorative Arts for the exposition, is located in the Plaza de America, part of the arrangement of exhibition buildings set within the gardens of the Maria Luisa Park. Glazed tile fountains, benches, and architecture within the Park refer, often whimsically, to Spain’s Islamic past.

Tony Murtagh
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06/03/2015

The Mudejar Pavilion.

The Mudejar Pavilion was built by the architect Anbal Gonzalez as part of an extensive urban development project for the 1929 Ibero-American Exhibition. The pavilion, which functioned as the Palace of Decorative Arts for the exposition, is located in the Plaza de America, part of the arrangement of exhibition buildings set within the gardens of the Maria Luisa Park. Glazed tile fountains, benches, and architecture within the Park refer, often whimsically, to Spain’s Islamic past.

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05/03/2015

High Connections.

When we ran into Horus, the Sky God with celestial eyes– literally, as one is the Sun and the other is the Moon– we couldn’t help but politely ask if we could take a picture with him. First he squawked in refusal, but when we mentioned we had picked him over his nemesis Set, the one-testicle God of the (infertile) desert, Horus begrudgingly agreed. We originally tried to take a selfie, but due to Horus’ size, (plus the fact he grumbled in his feathers he thought selfies were distasteful), we bribed an orange merchant near-by to take the final picture: above, from left to right: my sister, Horus, and I. Good thing Horus liked us– I’ll let you guess why the desert is infertile, and whose powers are behind the unfortunate battle leading to Set’s predicament. Also, the orange merchant didn’t take off with our camera, so it’s good to have connections in high places.

Kat Mizouni
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05/03/2015

High Connections.

When we ran into Horus, the Sky God with celestial eyes– literally, as one is the Sun and the other is the Moon– we couldn’t help but politely ask if we could take a picture with him. First he squawked in refusal, but when we mentioned we had picked him over his nemesis Set, the one-testicle God of the (infertile) desert, Horus begrudgingly agreed. We originally tried to take a selfie, but due to Horus’ size, (plus the fact he grumbled in his feathers he thought selfies were distasteful), we bribed an orange merchant near-by to take the final picture: above, from left to right: my sister, Horus, and I. Good thing Horus liked us– I’ll let you guess why the desert is infertile, and whose powers are behind the unfortunate battle leading to Set’s predicament. Also, the orange merchant didn’t take off with our camera, so it’s good to have connections in high places.

Kat Mizouni
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04/03/2015

For any time or place…

For those who have done it, crossing over the Thai border to Cambodia on foot was and probably always will be an experience in itself. Travelers are subjected to multiple buses driven by locals who either couldn’t or wouldn’t answer questions, confusion and lack of communication was prominent as the now-alarmed travelers were dropped on roadside highways in the middle of rural Thailand, whilst the bus momentarily disappeared, and then came back when the driver felt like it. As we were ferried from bus to bus, we had long wait lines and endured visa scams before walked through mud and sludge over the Cambodian border on foot. Our guide managed to conveniently disappear, so I actually had to lead the way through the mayhem that is a border crossing. Moments ago the officers had suspiciously eyed us down, ruthlessly checked our passports and rudely inquired about our luggage. Minutes later we were terribly amused to find them huddled over and playing a game on a smartphone, whilst the mayhem continued around us all.

Caty Gierer
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04/03/2015

For any time or place…

For those who have done it, crossing over the Thai border to Cambodia on foot was and probably always will be an experience in itself. Travelers are subjected to multiple buses driven by locals who either couldn’t or wouldn’t answer questions, confusion and lack of communication was prominent as the now-alarmed travelers were dropped on roadside highways in the middle of rural Thailand, whilst the bus momentarily disappeared, and then came back when the driver felt like it. As we were ferried from bus to bus, we had long wait lines and endured visa scams before walked through mud and sludge over the Cambodian border on foot. Our guide managed to conveniently disappear, so I actually had to lead the way through the mayhem that is a border crossing. Moments ago the officers had suspiciously eyed us down, ruthlessly checked our passports and rudely inquired about our luggage. Minutes later we were terribly amused to find them huddled over and playing a game on a smartphone, whilst the mayhem continued around us all.

Caty Gierer
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03/03/2015

“There Is No Way to Peace, Peace is the Way”.

I know for a fact that certain relatives, and even a few friends, must think I’m a little bit crazy for living here in Mexico like I’m currently doing. And frankly, when I look at things from their perspective, I can understand completely. To many Americans, Mexico is synonymous with little more than drug cartels, disappeared students, poverty, corruption, and maybe—if we’re being generous—good food and pretty beaches. But relying on the headlines inherently leads to a limited point of view, as is always the case. Though Mexico has plenty of problems—BIG problems, I’ll admit—it’s still a beautifully hopeful place, and it seems that every time I’m feeling down about things, I see something simple like this that picks me right back up. There’s nothing more inspiring than little people struggling for big change, and there’s plenty of that to be seen all over this country.

Jim Dobrowolski
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03/03/2015

“There Is No Way to Peace, Peace is the Way”.

I know for a fact that certain relatives, and even a few friends, must think I’m a little bit crazy for living here in Mexico like I’m currently doing. And frankly, when I look at things from their perspective, I can understand completely. To many Americans, Mexico is synonymous with little more than drug cartels, disappeared students, poverty, corruption, and maybe—if we’re being generous—good food and pretty beaches. But relying on the headlines inherently leads to a limited point of view, as is always the case. Though Mexico has plenty of problems—BIG problems, I’ll admit—it’s still a beautifully hopeful place, and it seems that every time I’m feeling down about things, I see something simple like this that picks me right back up. There’s nothing more inspiring than little people struggling for big change, and there’s plenty of that to be seen all over this country.

Jim Dobrowolski
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02/03/2015

Europe to Africa in 30 minutes.

At the mouth of the Mediterranean, the distance between Europe and Africa is just 9 miles. There are numerous ferries which make the trip between Spain and Morocco in around 30 minutes. You can sit on deck and watch a whole continent get larger and larger. Travelling as a foot passenger from Algeciras to Tangiers costs 37 Euros. There are many things to see in Tangiers, but you can also catch a train south to Fez or Marrakesh and continue your adventures in Morocco. Ferries also leave from a few other ports in Spain (including Barcelona) and Morocco.

Sarah Papworth
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02/03/2015

Europe to Africa in 30 minutes.

At the mouth of the Mediterranean, the distance between Europe and Africa is just 9 miles. There are numerous ferries which make the trip between Spain and Morocco in around 30 minutes. You can sit on deck and watch a whole continent get larger and larger. Travelling as a foot passenger from Algeciras to Tangiers costs 37 Euros. There are many things to see in Tangiers, but you can also catch a train south to Fez or Marrakesh and continue your adventures in Morocco. Ferries also leave from a few other ports in Spain (including Barcelona) and Morocco.

Sarah Papworth
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01/03/2015

Hieroglyphically Me.

This is me, trying to blend within a mural of hieroglyphs. I wonder why Egyptians preferred to paint their subjects sideways, featuring their profiles rather than choosing a full frontal view. I’ve never seen a fat hieroglyph with a gut hanging out, so maybe Egyptians liked showing off their svelte selves, much better admired from a 90 degree angle? Maybe they liked their noses (obsessively) and wanted to feature them all over, well, every piece of stone in the land? Come to think of it, this picture is a complete fail. My face should NOT be looking at the camera. I think I was instructing the photographer (no, not the merchant of oranges from Giza) to take the picture before I fell off the ruins and plummeted to my death. Good news is I’m sure a tomb near-by would’ve been vacant.

Kat Mizouni
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01/03/2015

Hieroglyphically Me.

This is me, trying to blend within a mural of hieroglyphs. I wonder why Egyptians preferred to paint their subjects sideways, featuring their profiles rather than choosing a full frontal view. I’ve never seen a fat hieroglyph with a gut hanging out, so maybe Egyptians liked showing off their svelte selves, much better admired from a 90 degree angle? Maybe they liked their noses (obsessively) and wanted to feature them all over, well, every piece of stone in the land? Come to think of it, this picture is a complete fail. My face should NOT be looking at the camera. I think I was instructing the photographer (no, not the merchant of oranges from Giza) to take the picture before I fell off the ruins and plummeted to my death. Good news is I’m sure a tomb near-by would’ve been vacant.

Kat Mizouni
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28/02/2015

Making Friends With A Baby Elephant…

While we were staying in Luang Prabang, Laos we took the opportunity to visit an elephant sanctuary. I was a little wary, as I had heard about elephants being abused and mistreated at tourist attractions in other parts of Southeast Asia. However, the elephants we saw seemed well looked after, happy and healthy. We got a chance to ride them through the jungle and swim with them in the river. In this photo I am getting to know one of the baby elephants - he was so sweet!

Kelly Dunning
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28/02/2015

Making Friends With A Baby Elephant…

While we were staying in Luang Prabang, Laos we took the opportunity to visit an elephant sanctuary. I was a little wary, as I had heard about elephants being abused and mistreated at tourist attractions in other parts of Southeast Asia. However, the elephants we saw seemed well looked after, happy and healthy. We got a chance to ride them through the jungle and swim with them in the river. In this photo I am getting to know one of the baby elephants - he was so sweet!

Kelly Dunning
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