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A young shepherd in Apamea.
“You are American?” asked the young man behind me in the passport control line at the Damascus airport. “We get few Americans. You will be very welcome.” The two men checking my passport echoed this sentiment. “American? Welcome, welcome!” So started an exciting trip to Syria in April 2010.

I spent a week in September ’04 self-cruising up Ireland’s Shannon River, stopping each day to wander about and enjoy some of the ruins, great scenery and picturesque towns.The Shannon empties into Lough Derg, a huge recreational lake. With many marinas and small villages around the lake and along the river, it is a popular place for Irish families and travelers alike to putter about on pleasure craft.

The boats

Two modern cabin cruisers from the Shannon Castle Line (Williamstown Harbour, Whitegate, Co. Clare, Ireland; phone +353 61 927 042 or visit www.shannoncruisers.com...

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by Dennis Cavagnaro, Oakland, CA

Taiwan’s Alishan Forest Railway climbs from 30 meters at Chiayi to 2,274 meters at Alishan in just 3½ hours and gives all the adventure and spectacle any railfan could ever want. Better yet, it takes the nature lover from sea level through tropical, subtropical and temperate forests, each with its distinct flora and fauna. The railway doesn’t quite reach the frigid forest level but makes that possible for the committed hiker.

The railway

The 2½-foot-gauge railway crawls up, into and around the steep sides of Mt. Duli (Independent...

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by Donna Jurado, San Francisco, CA. Photos by Joan and Elena Jurado.

My daughters, Joan and Elena, and I were enthralled, watching the strutting display of a male ostrich hoping to impress his intended mate. His face, neck and legs were an intense bright pink during this breeding season. Suddenly, our guide diverted our attention across the grassy savannah, where several lions were engaged in the hunt. The inevitable happened and a hapless zebra soon became lunch for a hungry pride.

We drove closer and observed the lions in their grisly rite. Finally they emerged from the...

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by Bill & Betty Reed Denton, TX

The mail plane landed on the dirt runway with a few bumps. An old jalopy covered with dust inside and out pulled up, and out stepped a man who’d probably never shaved or had a haircut. His hat was a proud one; sweat-stained and with a cracked rim, it had the gritty reminders of good times pasted all over it.

He greeted Tom, our pilot, and we all jumped into his car. He raised the hood, fiddled underneath and slammed it down.

Off we went to the tune of “zeeee zawwww zeee zawww,” the sound caused by a broken door...

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Do you speak French? No? Then perhaps German? Not to worry, everyone you meet in Luxembourg will also speak English — and most likely Spanish. However, a phrase in Luxembourgish, the national language, best describes the citizens of this grand duchy: Mir wölle bleiwe wat mir sin, or “We want to stay what we are.” What they are, these Luxembourgers, is fascinating — so much history, so many languages and so little acreage.

The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg is slightly smaller than Rhode Island at 999 square miles. But do not let its tiny capital city of 82,000 people fool you. With 189...

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by Inga Aksamit, San Rafel, CA

As the lengthening shadows crept up the ocher hill, a slight breeze drifted through the open windows of the stone farmhouse carrying the scent of lavender and rosemary. An iron door creaked open followed by the sound of wood snapping and crackling.

Drawn to the window, I observed Dina deftly whipping the fire into a blazing inferno within moments, suddenly snapping the oven door shut to seal in the flames. I shivered in anticipation of the mouthwatering meal that would be forthcoming: the crisp crust of the pizza carrying the fresh flavors of...

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A lovely thatched cottage in Somerset.
It was easy to pick out our driver/guide, Anton Prole, at the arrivals area of Gatwick airport. He was the epitome of a proper British gentleman — ramrod-straight posture, perfectly trimmed moustache and beard, knife-sharp creases in his trousers and a twinkle in his eye. My husband, Steve, and I had traveled to dozens of countries over the past 40 years, but we had never visited England. When we finally decided to make it our next destination, it wasn’t easy to find a trip to our liking.