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Must-Visit Destinations for a Memorable Indian Holiday

Must-visit destinations in India

India, with its rich history and diverse culture, offers a plethora of destinations that are perfect for a memorable holiday. Whether you are an art enthusiast, a history buff, or simply a traveler looking for a unique experience, India has something to offer everyone. In this article, we will take you on a virtual tour of some of the must-visit destinations in India that will leave you awestruck and craving for more.

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Indian culture and heritage

India is a land of vibrant culture and rich heritage, steeped in thousands of years of history. The country's cultural diversity is reflected in its art, music, dance, cuisine, and festivals. Exploring the Indian culture and heritage is like embarking on a journey through time, where traditions are preserved and celebrated with great zeal. To truly understand and appreciate the essence of India, it is essential to immerse yourself in its cultural treasures. In this section, we will delve into the various facets of Indian culture and heritage, showcasing the incredible wealth that awaits you in this captivating country.

India is a treasure trove of architectural marvels, ancient temples, majestic palaces, and intricate artwork. The Taj Mahal in Agra, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is undoubtedly the most iconic symbol of India's architectural prowess. This magnificent mausoleum, built by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan, is a testament to eternal love and a must-visit destination for all those visiting India. The intricate marble inlay work, the serene gardens, and the romantic ambiance make it a truly mesmerizing experience.

Another architectural wonder that should not be missed is the ancient city of Hampi in Karnataka. This UNESCO World Heritage Site is home to the ruins of the Vijayanagar Empire and showcases the grandeur of a bygone era. The elaborate carvings on the stone temples and palaces transport you back in time and give you a glimpse into the architectural genius of the past.

India's culture is incomplete without exploring its spiritual side. Varanasi, situated on the banks of the sacred river Ganges, is one of the oldest inhabited cities in the world and the holiest of the seven sacred cities in Hinduism. The ghats (steps leading down to the river) along the Ganges are a sight to behold, as pilgrims perform their daily rituals and offer prayers to the divine. Taking a boat ride on the Ganges during sunrise or sunset is a surreal experience that will stay with you forever.

As we move towards the southern part of India, the state of Kerala beckons with its tranquil backwaters and lush green landscapes. The backwaters, a network of canals, lakes, and lagoons, offer a unique experience of serene beauty. Cruising through the backwaters on a traditional houseboat, locally known as a 'kettuvallam,' allows you to soak in the tranquility and experience the rustic charm of rural Kerala.

For wildlife enthusiasts, India has an abundance of national parks and wildlife sanctuaries. One such gem is Ranthambore National Park in Rajasthan, known for its population of royal Bengal tigers. Embarking on a safari in Ranthambore gives you the opportunity to spot these majestic creatures in their natural habitat and experience the thrill of being up close with one of the world's most iconic big cats.

No journey through the cultural and heritage delights of India can be complete without indulging in its culinary treasures. Each region in India boasts a unique culinary tradition, with flavors that will tantalize your taste buds. From the spicy street food of Delhi to the aromatic biryanis of Hyderabad and the delectable seafood of the coastal states, Indian cuisine offers a gastronomic adventure like no other.

In conclusion,

India is a country that mesmerizes and enchants with its rich culture and heritage. From awe-inspiring architectural wonders to spiritual experiences, and picturesque landscapes to tantalizing culinary delights, India has it all. So, if you are looking for a truly memorable holiday, look no further than the diverse and enchanting destinations that India has to offer.

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Corrupted, chapter 25: FLESH. A Malevolent x TMA crossover

To quote Jonny Sims, there's a lot going on here.

Tim's got enough on his plate, but his story is clearing bisecting a lot of others. What does this Michael want? What is Dahl's problem? Are those trees going to move?

At least they're finally in reach of a body for Hastur, and Tim did promise. Fulfilling that can't be a bad move. Can it?

Corrupted, chapter 25: FLESH. A Malevolent x TMA crossover staring Tim Stoker and the King in Yellow.

AO3

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Jon is… not the most physically fit of individuals. It is possible he’s never rowed in his life. Tim has decided not to comment on all the puffing and moaning, as that would be cruel on top of everything else that’s happened today. It’s just another thing to go on the list.

For Tim, it’s been list time since they saw the island. They’re helpful, lists; keep things in order, on track, and prioritized, which otherwise would be lost or befuddled in the midst of mayhem and madness.

Item the first: this had not gone according to anyone’s plan, at least ostensibly. Jon was, they said, supposed to be sacrificed, and Tim sent along, passage paid. Oops.

Item the second: they had absolutely no idea where they were, but it was far too cold to be the North Sea—cold enough that this island with weird palm trees (also not right for the North Sea) made no sense.

Item the third: who had knocked on Tim’s door? If that someone hadn’t knocked, it all would have gone down as planned, and he wouldn’t have known anything happened. Oh; but then there would not have been a several week journey north, not at all, because Tim would have realized Jon was gone, lost his shit, and burned the ship with such heat that the bodies would be unsuitable for fish food.

Instead, someone had knocked, setting off the series of events that ensured Tim and Jon went together. Together, to… wherever this was.

At last, they pull the little life raft onto the shore, far enough up the icy, black-stone beach that they cross over to soft, silver sand. The air changes from frigid to funky at once, humid and hot, as if they literally took a single step into another world. Tim sits down at once, giving into exhaustion with a will. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this sore.”

Jon stares past him into the thick, strange jungle. “Me, neither,” he says, but it sounds perfunctory, like maybe he isn’t aware of the blisters on his hands right now, or the slight tremor in his entire scrawny form.

Tim eyes him. “Hey. Maybe sit down before you fall down, yeah? Not that I’m not convinced of your Herculean powers, but we’ve got nowhere to be, and whatever this is, I think we should be at our best.”

Jon’s face is a journey. “I know you’re right,” he says. “But I’m so desperate to know what in blazes this is and how it got here.”

“It’s not going anywhere.” Tim pats the sand next to him. “Don’t make me wield the oar at you in some ill-planned attempt to make you rest.”

Jon scoffs at him, but sits. It takes him a moment to do so without simply falling over.

“Now, aren’t you glad you didn’t go traipsing into the wild unknown?” says Tim.

“I suppose,” Jon drawls, and rests his forehead on his knees.

This… this doesn’t feel as it should, says Hastur.

“No, really?” says Tim. “Which part tipped you off? The ice floes or the abrupt transformation to Bali?”

“It’s not Bali,” Jon mutters pedantically into his knees. “Those are walking palms. Socratea exorrhiza. Endemic to South America, known for the urban legend that they ‘walk’ via those roots in search of sunlight, up to three centimeters a day. Complete bunkum, of course.”

Well, if that didn’t sound like some Fear-god shit, Tim’s head is an apple. He peers over his shoulder, adrenaline souring his mouth. They didn’t appear to be walking yet. “Three centimeters a day, you say?’

“They don’t,” says Jon. “It’s been heartily disproven, just shared by opportunistic tour guides and idiots online for clout.”

Tim swears he can feel those roots reaching for him already, digging into his back. “I don’t suppose you know where we are? Is this South America?”

“No,” Jon groans. "The sand is wrong."

No, says Hastur. And I should… Tim! We’re not alone!

Tim springs to his feet.

Down the shore, on the edge of the tree line, the shape of a man lying flat on the sand is easy to miss. He’s not moving; the weird dappling shadows from these trees hides him (and surely the palm trees in question aren't usually shaped like that, roots curving, branches asymmetrical, fronds somehow sharp, like a giant preying mantis).

“Shit!” Tim says, and scrambles up.

Be careful!

“What?” says Jon, finally looking away from the trees. “Where are you going? Hey!” he rolls over, staggers raggedly to his feet, and follows and by the time he gets there, the secret is already revealed.

Tim stares at the man at his feet. “It’s that guy. The one who came to get us at my uncle’s.”

Jon stares, too. “Tadeas Dahl?”

Tim toes him.

Dahl lies still, breathing, eyes closed. He’s bruised; it doesn’t look like he made contact with fists, exactly, but something with pointy corners and splinters.

Jon kneels and checks for a pulse at his throat.

“Well?” says Tim.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Jon says, blushing darker and pulling his hand away.

Check him for weapons.

“Right,” says Tim, who hates that this is a good suggestion, but knows he must. “Learning new skills every day,” he says, rummaging awkwardly through this man’s salt-soaked clothes. “Never thought I’d add looting the unconscious to my resume.”

One never knows when such things might come in handy, after all, says Hastur in a shaky tone.

“Sure, but maybe tone down the sexiness while I'm riffling a body, yeah?” Tim teases in return, just as shaky.

Jon missed all such hints. “Why is he here?”

“Not a clue. Maybe if he wakes, he can tell us.”

Jon looks into the woods. He swallows. “I need to see what’s in there.”

Tim is beginning to understand the need to do things—to respond to hunger so natural that one cannot distinguish it from one’s own. He knows he wanted to burn Lukas' ship. The Desolation made it worse, but the anger is all his. It is a sobering thought. “Can you hold off?”

Jon shivers. “For now.”

“Let’s… maybe not break anything, but grab some fallen leaves and shit and start a fire, yeah?”

“Yeah,” says Jon hesitantly. “If we can gather enough to burn.”

Tim does not say and assuming the trees don’t decide to come after us because that’s just asking for trouble. "Hang out here. I'll bring something back."

I’ll keep an eye on the trees. Don’t worry.

“You can only see what I can see, mate,” says Tim.

I meant setting up perimeter spells.

Tim blinks. “We can do that?”

We can. And happily, the worst case is you overpower them, and we are alerted to every bug and shadow.

“Not great for sleeping, if we’re going to do that, but I see your point,” says Tim. “We'll set them up when I get back. All right. Jon, stay with the guy, okay?”

“Okay.” Jon is all eyes, and looks like he feels very small.

Tim puts his hand on Jon’s shoulder. “You’ll be all right. If he stirs, shout. We’re just going there. Not far. All right?”

Jon gulps. “All right.”

“Girding loins, etcetera, etcetera,” says Tim, and nervously approaches the tree line.

#

One would think palm trees grew closer to the ocean than this. He’s seen pictures, though not like these; these ones begin in a sharp row as if they’d been planted. (Or, his brain supplies, as if they’re soldiers mustered and waiting for orders.) “I’m not doing so well at the not-freaking-myself-out portion of our operation,” Tim murmurs.

Tim… even if those things turn out to be literal monsters that can tromp after us, you have so much power that you could blow the whole lot to smithereens. I am not concerned for our safety in that sense.

“Can’t tell if that’s reassuring or not, if I’m honest,” says Tim, inching closer. So far, none of the palms have moved. None he sees, anyway. Gods, they’re freaky things, main trunks bent over like old men, numerous roots or branches or something digging into the ground at angles like too many legs. “Whoever designed these things needs their head checked,” he says.

Or their hearts. Fear is never rational.

“I wouldn’t say never,” says Tim, crouching so as to put as little of himself as possible under the auspice of those weird shadows. “It’s often very rational.”

Hmph.

“Eloquent.”

I have better things I want to do with my tongue.

Tim pauses. That’s distraction-flirting, or he’s a Yorkshire pudding. “I’m scared, too. It’s okay to be scared.”

Hastur sputters denial like an overfilled kettle.

“Hey. I mean it. I hardly mind the flirting—it’s my native tongue, after all—but I learned a while ago it doesn’t really substitute for communication, do you feel me?”

Hmph.

Tim laughs this time. “Good job on the using-your-words portion of the convo.”

I don’t need to be psychoanalyzed. It would hardly do you any good, anyway. I’m alien to you, inhuman. A being beyond psychological—

Tim puts the tip of Hastur’s index finger into his mouth and sucks.

Hastur inhales and goes silent.

“Sure. Totally different,” says Tim. “I just tasted salt water and whatever this undergrowth is to prove you're not, because I’m quite sure I know what you’re thinking right now, so I think I win.”

For fuck’s… you… that was so filthy!

“It was fine, Hastur,” says Tim. “I mean, it’s not like we have fresh water here, anyway. You’re going to have to get used to it.”

Hastur stills. You’re right. We will need to conjure it.

“That’s a thing I need to be careful with, yeah? Last thing I need to do is wash us off the spooky island and back into the frozen sea.”

Maybe. It’s certainly something to keep in mind as a last resort.

“Don’t think you made me forget what we were just talking about, by the way,” says Tim. “We—”

“Hello!” says a bright male voice, positively chirping.

Tim spins.

Utterly incongruous, a man stands there in the shade of the jungle. His hair is long, curly, and frames a smile that somehow leaves Tim in doubt as to just how many teeth there are. The guy is at least six and a half feet tall, wearing sneakers, jeans, and a button-down shirt designed in vertical, yellowish patterns that should be symmetrical but just… aren’t… quite.

Tim stares. “Uh. Hello?”

“Care for some flowers?” says the weirdo, and holds up a small bouquet of lilies. “Picked them up to play with someone else, but then I didn’t really know what to do with them anymore.”

Tim. Hastur’s tone is even, careful, measured. That is not a human being.

Blondie laughs, throwing his head back (and the number of teeth has definitely changed). The sound is terrible. It bounces around Tim’s skull, making him wince, feeling like the morning after a bender and struggling to get out of bed. “You! Calling out one such as me! Hilarious!”

Tim doesn’t want to take a step back. He wants to stay brave in the face of this, courageous and sure, but being near this thing is… dizzying. After a moment, he realizes one of the reasons why: the sunlight patterns and shadows this thing casts do not at all match his surroundings.

Tim steps back. “So. You’re the, uh. Game glitch avatar, is it?”

The thing laughs again. His eyes—which were blue, maybe, maybe—have become spirals, swirling like some attempt at cartoon hypnosis, but all it gives Tim is nausea.

He steps back again. “Right. Um. Nice to meet you. Keep your flowers. I, uh. Can’t really eat them, which is about the only interest I’d currently have, so.”

“Here, we’d been concerned as to your arrival,” says the guy, unmoving (except he’s closer than he was, isn’t he? Or maybe Tim is misremembering), and grins again. There’s something green stuck in his teeth this time. “An avatar of the Desolation, here? In our place of ritual? Oh, no no, that isn’t allowed. You know we don’t poach, people or places or ponies all. But then we realized you were the one we waited for.”

He’s closer. He’s definitely closer.

Weirdly enough, that isn’t what upsets Tim in the moment. “I’m not a bloody avatar.”

The being tilts his head; his hair moves wrong as it slides across his shoulders, dangling not quite straight down to his left. “No?”

“No.” Tim swallows, clenching his fists and wondering if magic would work on this thing.

“Twisting of truth is my bread and butter,” says the being, who is suddenly so close that if Tim leaned forward just as little, he could bite the guy’s nose.

(Was he always that close? Tim can’t remember. It suddenly seems like his thoughts are being overwritten, left double-exposed and uncertain.)

Okay, this is enough weirdness for today. “I,” Tim says, “am going back to the beach where my pet nerd and our uncouth prisoner await. You, I suggest, stay here in your… ritual forest. Whatever that’s about. We want nothing to do with it, all right? This was an accident. The boat. We aren’t here on purpose, if you pick up what I’m laying down. Yeah?”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that,” says the being. "Besides: you were expected."

Well, shit, thinks Tim, because that means dealing with a spiral-haired weirdo is next on his list. “Oh,” he says. “Ah,” he adds. “Well, let me, uh. Go. Get that fire started, so we can be warm, you know, human bodies and all, and then we can have a real heart to heart, you know, get it all out on the table?”

Another head-tilt in the other direction (or… maybe the same direction). “An official request?”

Tim has no idea what that means. “Sure?”

And another smile, brilliant, this time with teeth that seem to be studded with diamonds. “Knock yourself out.”

Tim backs away.

The guy doesn’t move.

Tim turns around.

The guy is right in front of him.

Tim yips a yip he wishes he had not yipped, and is fairly sure a few dignity-points have been tragically lost.

“One thing,” says the being. “To be here in company of Eye and Lonely is… curious? Unplanned for, at the least.”

“That’s me,” Tim blurts. “Curious!”

“No, I think that’s him,” says the guy, pointing back at Jon, which is when Tim realizes his hands are… long.

Really long.

Those fingers are like horrible spider-nightmares, unevenly jointed, graceful and alien and pointed like knives.

Tim makes one low sound in his throat.

“How very curious, indeed!” says the guy, and laughs.

That laugh. Tim winces, reaches up to press both sides of his head as if his brain were trying to escape—and in one momentary, teary blink, the guy vanishes.

“Oh, what the fuck,” Tim moans.

That… that was…

“A hell of a guy at parties, no doubt,” Tim mutters, and staggers back toward Jon, stumbles, and stops. “The… the grade of the beach is… different? Than it was?”

No, says Hastur quietly, almost gently, which is just a little bit terrifying. This is how it was.

“Ah. Ah-ah. Ha ha! My memory of it’s fucked then,” Tim says so cheerily he feels like he could take off into the clouds like an out-of-control helicopter.

Oh, Tim… it’s all right. I’ve got you. Your equilibrium is slightly off, but you’ll be fine. Take it slowly.

“Thanks, I guess,” Tim mutters, and trips his way back toward Jon.

#

Tadeas Dahl has woken up, sat up, and looks like absolute hell.

The bruises and marks on his exposed skin are rough and scraped, confirming Tim’s thought that he may have had an “accident” on some crates. Dahl’s gaze immediately locked onto him.

They’d made a little fire pit.

Tim remembers he was supposed to bring branches or something. “Oops,” he says, and flops beside them.

“Where’s the tinder?” says Jon.

“In the app store,” says Tim, and proceeds to laugh like a loon.

“Wh… what?” says Jon, staring.

“It is the result of his encounter,” Dahl ground out like the seaworthiest seaman who ever sailed the seas. “Give him time. He will recover.” His focus stayed on the fire pit, however, which he considered grimly. Moving stiffly, he shrugs out of his heavy peacoat, tears off one arm, and dropped it in the center. “That’ll light,” he says like grinding rocks.

“Um,” Jon says. “Maybe, but it won’t stay lit.”

“He can keep it lit.” Dahl does not move. Does not look up.

Jon looks at Tim, anyway.

This is news to Tim. “I can?”

“Yes. You need nothing to burn in order to blaze.” Dahl says this staring at where the fire ought to be, seated cross-legged, his face craggy and dirty and grim.

“Huh,” says Tim.

“No,” says Jon, drawing the word out.

Tim is not going to try—he knows better—but Jon is too much fun to tease, and he holds his hand over the spot in question. “So… you’re saying that with a little bit of willpower…”

“Tim, no,” Jon says in the exact tone one might use to chide a cat.

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, Tim thinks, and flexes his fingers. “Just a little bit of will…”

“Tim!” Jon says, all stern, and Tim loses it.

“Sorry, sorry!” he says, laughing. “Sorry! I won’t do it, don’t worry. Got no desire to burn us to death on an impossible island in the middle of the ocean, yeah?”

“That’s too bad,” says the weird curly-haired new guy from the woods. (Who had been there? Or just sat down? Or was already there when Tim arrived? Or—)

Jon yips like a trod-upon goose and scrambles backwards, kicking sand, so Tim takes that as a no.

The guy smiles at all of them, appearing perfectly human if weirdly tall, and then winks at Dahl. “Parties are fun!”

Dahl doesn’t answer.

“Are we having a party?” says Tim, leaning away, telling himself not to run because that brings the predators out of the shadows.

And the guy looks right at him, only… not at him, not at all, but the one who hides inside. “That depends on our guest of honor, doesn’t it?”

“Wh… wha… what is… wha…” Jon pants, staring at the guy like he’s never seen a person before.

Who, almost predictably, turns his head around fully like some wig-wearing owl to grin at Jon.

Jon makes a sound. It is not a good sound. It is the sound, perhaps, a bird might make when beginning to drown.

Tim redirects. “Mind explaining that, friend?”

The head swivels back around. “Oh… I’m not your friend. That would require personhood, which I distinctly lack. If you want to call me anything, you may use Michael.”

“May use? Not your name, then? We going with pseudonyms?”

“It is a real name,” says Michael whoever.

“Spiral,” Dahl grinds out, as if the act of speaking is costing him in blood. “Stop fucking talking to it.”

Michael laughs and waggles too-long hands in Dahl’s direction.

“It’s his island,” Jon says, barely audible.

Tim swallows. “What?”

Jon shakes like a wet puppy. “His. It’s all his. Twisted like… like he is. It’s his.”

Michael curls forward, propping his chin on his abruptly normal hands. “His. Ownership is such a silly concept; it requires a degree of identity I can’t ever retain. Let’s call it an interesting location.”

“Should, uh, we go?” says Tim. “Are you telling us to go?”

“You behave as though we didn’t have an appointment already arranged. Are you confused?” Michael’s eyes have gone twisted again, swirling like endless sinkholes. “That would be lovely.”

You, says Hastur suddenly. You have the god-flesh?

“Do I?” says Michael.

“Wait. This is Sannikov Land? Near the Arctic fucking circle?” says Tim.

“It was. Perhaps it is again?” says Michael.

“So I didn’t fucking conjure it by hoping for warmth! Ha!” Tim says, and laughs with relief, running his hand through his hair.

Dahl looks at him. Peers.

“What an interesting thought,” says Michael. “Does what you wish for usually appear? That strikes me as terribly helpful, or possibly terribly inconvenient, depending on whose side of things receives.”

Distortion, Hastur abruptly snarls. I need that flesh.

“Easy, there,” Tim murmurs, because this situation is pretty fucked up.

Where is it? Where?

Michael laughs. Just laughs, and the experience is like being knocked on the head with a hammer. Tim gasps and covers his ears. Jon keels over, eyes rolling back.

Dahl stares at Michael hard, very hard, so very hard, and yet the act of his focus seems to be dimming things, as if he’s summoned a fog from the impossibly cold sea.

Before Tim has a chance to so much as shout, he’s alone.

#

He leaps to his feet. He can see no one; no silhouettes, no shadows. “Jon!” he shouts. His voice goes nowhere, as if swallowed. “Hastur?”

I’m here. Hastur sounds breathless. I’m here. Fuck. It tried to take me.

“To… to what? What tried to what?” says Tim, taking a step back into nothing, away from nothing. He can see nothing, not even his feet, not even his hands if he holds his arms out. “Shit,” he mutters.

It’s all right. I know what happened, and I think… I think we are going to be given a dreadful rescue.

“What?” says Tim. “Jon! Jon!”

Wherever he is, Tim, he can’t hear you. Can’t you feel where we are?

Oh. Oh, Tim can feel it. Distant. Separated. Abandoned. Forever wandering, never seeing a beloved face, never even having a real conversation. Never connecting.

Yes. He knows where they are. “The Lonely is a fucking place.” And he trips over something behind him and goes down hard.

Tim!

“What in hell… oh, gods.” It’s a tombstone. Weather has eased its markings, or maybe they were never there, and it’s only age-pitted evidence that an unknown body lies there.

Abandoned even in death. It is the loneliest fucking thing Tim has ever seen. He’s frozen.

Tim. You’re all right. I’m with you.

He’s not alone. “It tried to take you?”

It did. It couldn’t. Hastur sounds confused over that, torn, as if he’s not sure if it’s good or bad. I don’t know why not. Even if you’d had Jon in your arms, you would have lost him.

Tim can’t stop staring at the anonymous stone. “It’s your spell, and you don’t know how it works?”

Not here. We are not in a place, Tim. We are inside a being, feeding off our fear and agony. I don’t care to give it too long to figure out if it can pry us loose.

“Rescue, you said? And what the fuck was Dahl doing?”

I believe he panicked.

And then from directly behind them comes Michael’s voice: “He did! Ah, well. Not everyone can be… level-headed.” And that laugh bounces out, sharp angles in soft mist, a knife through angel food cake, and Tim spins toward it with his hands in fists as though to knock it out of the air and discovers, instead of Michael, a yellow door.

It’s just sitting there, solid as you please, its frame and knob both black.

Our rescue, says Hastur.

“What,” Tim states, and walks around it. Of course, there’s nothing on the other side.

Dahl summoned his god, but we are in a place of non-existence. The Spiral—with whom our illustrious boss Bouchard has made whatever deal—intends to follow through.

“Or betray us in a spectacular manner,” says Tim.

Maybe. It’s better than this. We need to get out of this.

Tim shivers. “What happens if it pries you free?”

I… don’t know.

“Do you die?”

I don’t know, Tim.

What an absolutely insane day. “You know, six hours ago, we were on a boat and being betrayed by the last guy Bouchard did a deal with.”

To be fair, it’s Jon he betrayed, not us.

But something still nags at Tim. Some instinct, though he isn’t sure what it’s leading him toward. “I don’t think it’s that cut and dried.”

Oh?

He can’t place it. He doesn’t know enough. “I don’t think he assumed it would go according to plan, that’s all.”

All right. I’m not sure what that has to do with this.

“Won’t surprise me if there’s a few more layers of dastardly scheming going on here, is all I’m saying,” Tim says, reaching for the black doorknob. “So if we end up tied to some train tracks or something, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Hastur’s tone goes amused and warm. Given your power and lack of control, Tim, I’d say it would be far more beneficial to warn the train.

Tim scoffs. “Butter me up, why don’t you,” he says, and turns the handle.

Inside is an impossible hall. It’s got ugly yellow carpet with a black runner on top, weirdly smeary patterned wallpaper, and what might be gas lamps. Tim peers through the door. The hall goes left and right, utterly identical. There are no other doors.

“To hell with this day,” Tim mutters, and steps through.

It feels better than the Lonely, but also… bad? It doesn’t seem to be quite level, and Tim finds himself leaning. “Hello?”

Nothing.

He sighs. “Don’t suppose there are any straightforward monsters serving Fear gods?”

Yes. The Desolation tends to choose such followers.

“Oh.” Tim decides cursing a blue streak won’t help this situation. He goes left.

The hall stretches forever; somehow, the lights never seem to touch more than a few meters ahead, and perspective makes it feel like they’re walking into a darkened pinhole.

They’re not, though. Apparently, they’re not going anywhere. Tim keeps walking. “Hey.”

Yes?

“You got, uh. A little pushy about the god-flesh thing.”

Hastur growls. (Tim will never get used to that. It’s just not a sound people do, and he kind of digs it. A lot.) It is mine, by right, and they’re keeping it from me.

“Spiral,” says Tim. “I’m going to guess, all right? That Michael managed to make me doubt my own senses. It’s some sort of… madness fear?”

You were closer with your description. It is the fear of being unable to trust yourself. Your thoughts, opinions, what you perceive; whether, for example, you are eating food, or the flesh of your beloved pet. Truly terrible.

“Sounds like a fear of dementia,” Tim says, frowning.

Is it not a thing to fear?

“Well, it… to fear, yeah, but catastrophizing it might not be the—”

The floor drops away.

There was no warning. He was walking on strange, crunchy carpet, too stiff to be old, too worn to be new, and hating the way it sank under his shoes, when between one step at the next, it was gone.

Tim gasps as he falls, seeing nothing.

Shit!

And Tim does his best to will a landing that doesn’t hurt.

He… might have overdone it.

He hits bottom, and bounces off it like something out of a cartoon. Out of control, he ricochets off what might be a shelf judging by the sound of breaking glass, then wildly rolls (still bouncing) through what he thinks is a table and into a wall.

He’s completely unharmed, but oh hell, did he wreck the room. He blinks, adjusting to the darkness. It’s a room filled with…. things?

Wax figures, but not good ones; weird ones, leering at nothing. Strange books, piled and moldy, pages strewn around. More than one gleaming knife, reflecting light that isn’t there. A creepy pocket watch, dripping blood with every tick and dangling from a chandelier that has eyeballs instead of candles. What looks like a suit made of a person—if a person could simultaneously be a snake, like this being leaped straight out of 1950s sci-fi. A mirror that doesn’t quite follow Tim’s movements, reflection a split-second behind, angles a hair’s breadth off.

He stands. “The hell is this? The junk-shop of the gods?”

Michael’s laugh hurts down here as much as it does up above. “Do you want what you came for, Son of Anger, Child of Wrath?”

“I’m the child of Rob and Samantha Stoker, thank you very much,” Tim says more firmly than he feels, but he is overridden.

YES. And that, Hastur bellowed.

Michael appears (or maybe was already there, and Tim can’t remember). He doesn’t look human now; he’s all drawn out, attenuated, just close enough to expected proportions to make a viewer doubt the limb they just looked at, and his smile hovers in front of his face, detached. “Then payment will come first.” He raises one hand, and between his two-long fingers is some sort of paper.

Tim stares. “A contract?”

Michael laughs (and Tim winces). “No, no, no! This is the payment. Burn it. Burn it all. Burn it so completely it is never seen again, it is forgotten, it is removed from history like sinew torn from flesh, like memory unrecorded, like family secrets and truths learned while drunk. Burn it until it is gone.”

Tim shivers. Shudders. Swallows around his suddenly dry tongue. He wants to burn it so badly. “This, uh. This is what Elias promised you, eh?”

“Elias.” Michael’s smile is real this time, and Tim isn’t sure how he knows that, but it is a terrible thing. “Yes. Elias promised. And then you will have your prize.”

“What we came for,” says Tim. “Exactly what we think it is, not some trick.”

“‘We?’” says Michael. “Certainly.”

Hastur, Tim thinks. Please tell me you’re not pulling some scheme here.

No. We are one in this.

They’d better be. “What is it I’ll be burning?” says Tim.

“A record,” says Michael, still holding it out.

Tim takes it. It’s a birth certificate for someone named Gerard LaVey Keay, born 1981. “Okay,” he says. “And who’s this unlucky fellow?”

“Oh,” said Michael. “What is a ‘who,’ anyway?”

“Riiiiight,” says Tim. “What’s it going to do to him? In plain English, if you can?”

“Well, he’s already dead,” says Michael, and laughs like broken glass.

Tim grunts. “The fuck are we burning it for, then?”

And the smile melts. The Michael melts. The human guise vanishes, disappears completely, leaving a creature of long, staticy shadow and knife-sharp limbs. “Freedom,” whispers whatever Michael truly is.

Tim. I need this.

“Some rando could be harmed in the making of this one, Hastur.”

I. Need. This. And you promised you would help me. That eagerness is there again, that almost violent push he’d shown on the beach.

Tim stares at the birth certificate. “Already dead.”

“Oh, yes,” says unsmiling Michael, at whom Tim cannot look for more than a moment.

“Not free, though. Trapped?”

“In a book. Undignified and painful,” says Michael.

Oh. Oh, shit.

Tim. Please.

How incredibly poetic. Tim sighs. “Guess the old conscience can take one more for the team." And he wills the certificate to burn.

Just this. But so thoroughly that no copies of it remain, so thoroughly that its existence melts from the minds of those who have seen it, so thoroughly that he feels a dozen little spark-points lighting and extinguishing themselves even in computer systems throughout the U.K.

And he wills it not to spread with all his might, though too much of him wants it to consume.

Not today, Satan, he thinks at himself, at the Desolation, at the anger that simmers in him like a tar-trap in his soul. Not today.

The paper in his hand is ash. There aren’t even fragments for some aspiring forensics examiner to examine under a microscope. He rubs his hand on his trousers.

“Yesssss,” hisses Michael, and disappears, staticy limbs briefly crackling, and Tim’s hair goes on end as he is zapped.

“Ow!”

Oh, Tim… breathes Hastur.

In Michael’s place is a weird glass tube, standing on its end. It’s long, just wide enough that Tim might struggle to hold it with both hands, sealed at either end with a black metal cap, and containing a surging, steaming, bubbling mass of almost-liquid flesh.

“Oh, gross!” Tim says.

Oh, Tim, Hastur breathes again. It’s beautiful.

A weird creak startles them. Tim eyes the walls. “They’re… closer than they were.”

Shit. Pick it up. We need to get out of here.

Tim does, needing two hands after all, and it is cold, and the whole thing jerks in his grip as if trying to get loose, and—“Uh. How?” No door. No stairs. No exits. Even the hole in the ceiling is gone.

Another creak. The walls are definitely closer, shelves trembling, items rocking back and forth.

Tim!

Tim spins. He could portal, But could he portal to Jon?  What if he ends up in the ocean again? Or the desert? Or on the moon?

Another creak. More items rocking together, their quiet, fading sounds a warning.

And the glass tube he’s holding is not behaving well. Whatever is in there surges, bubbling, growing very cold. Tim hisses an inhale, putting it quickly down.

No!

“I can’t hold the damn thing!”

Another creak. Tim looks up. He saw nothing move, but suddenly, there is almost no room left. The table is nearly on top of him. The shelves are so close he could reach them all by stretching out his arms. Above, a single merry-go-round music box overbalances and falls, smashing to the floor in pieces.

Open the glass!

Portal. He has to portal. He can’t leave Jon up there alone and has to get it right. “Just a second!"

Just break the damn thing!

Fuck it, what do they have to lose? Tim kicks it over.

It shatters. Gluey flesh slides out, organ-like, as if it’s all made of half-melted kidneys.

Portal to the beach, he thinks, nauseated, trying to imagine a neat and well-behaved space right next to their little fire-pit, not sucking in air or swallowing ocean or doing anything insane like dumping this entire room on Jon’s head. Portal to the beach, he thinks, gathering his will, trying to make it small, trying to make it controlled, trying to ensure this doesn’t go as horribly wrong as it might—

The flesh climbs up his leg.

Tim shouts, leaping backwards, doing a one-footed dance and kicking as hard as he can, but it does not leave. Ice-cold, gripping, it slides up his thigh so fast he can’t even swear before its cold, cold self steals his breath away.

In a blink, it’s slid under his clothes and all the way up and covered his face.

Hastur!

Don’t breath! Hold on! Hold on!

Another creak, which Tim can’t now see, and he’s shoved roughly forward by the spine-bruising shelves, and pressed painfully into the thigh-high table, and he’s trapped, and is about to portal fucking anywhere, except would that bring this cold shit with him, and is that safe, would it stay behind, is it like The Blob, would it eat anyone he introduced it to, is about to damn the world by escaping—

There is a snap in his head. A ripping feeling behind his eye. A terrible, nose-bleeding, sharp-fuck pain somewhere in his brain and down his spinal.

Stroke? he thinks, and then he’s punched.

No, not punched. Something heavy slammed into his stomach, pushing out all his air, and it’s an arm, and the body holding him is large and male and just a little cold, startlingly cold, and he can suddenly breathe, gasping, but there is nothing to see, and they’re tumbling in darkness and whirling upside down and—

With a whoof, he lands flat on his back in the sand, close enough to Jon that Jon shouts, “Fuck!” as Dahl emits a single grunt of surprise.

And there is someone on top of Tim.

Someone he can see with both eyes. Someone who almost looks human, but not quite, not with that bone structure, that perfect night-dark skin, those irises like golden fucking polished rings. Someone grinning, long black hair falling down to frame both their faces.

Someone who is, without a doubt, the fucking hottest being Tim has ever seen in his life. Also, he is naked.

Tim can’t quite catch his breath. Half of that is falling through the void, and half of that is… “Hastur?” he says.

“Yes,” Hastur says, that tremendous voice outside his head, and Tim thinks dazedly that he had been right on his parents’ living room floor all those days ago: that voice feels hella nice vibrating through that chest.

“Uh,” says Jon. “Tim!”

The shock of cold, icy ocean makes Tim jump hard enough that he almost throws Hastur off (almost, but not quite, because that guy is solid). They both scramble to their feet.

Jon screams. Just screams, and points behind them, already up to his ankles in water.

So two things are happening here

So either the tide is really aggressive on Sannikov Land, or the island is fucking sinking. And also, the walking palms are living up to their name.

Absolutely silent and utterly alien, the trees are coming down, not like Ents, bent over and predatory, and Tim can’t help his own little scream as he sees them.

“The boat!” Jon cries.

Tim spins.

The boat is out to sea with Dahl in it, rowing away all by himself.

“Ha,” says Hastur. “I will—”

He never gets the chance.

The absolute outrage that grips Tim’s soul damn near does them all in. Light from him changes the shore, turns the gray sand gold, casts their forms in die-cut shadow. How fucking dare Dahl take the boat and leave them behind? They could portal out. They won’t now. That’s their damn boat. “You fucking thief!” Tim howls, and pulls.

Pulls what? He doesn’t know. But that boat suddenly comes reversing toward them, slamming backwards through the waves, and Dahl casts one wide-eyed startled look at them all before being knocked down into the boat as it rams into the shore stern-first.

“Get in!” Tim snarls.

Jon does at once, looking utterly spooked, like maybe he saw just however Tim did that pulling, judging by how pale he’s gone and the way he’s staring, and that fear feels good, and maybe it’s time to turn around and give those fucking trees a reason to walk themselves back to their spooky forest, and—

Hastur steps between them, filling Tim’s view, and places his hands (now horrifyingly cold, it seems) on Tim’s face. “You succeeded. We have to go. Let the anger fade.”

If he’d poured cold water down Tim’s shirt, it couldn’t have been more effective.

“Tim!” Jon’s calling. “Tim!”

Tim shakes himself. “What…”

Hastur takes his hand (not as cold now—cooler than his own, but not unpleasant) and drags him for the boat.

Tree-limbs, mantis-like, come down where they were, hard enough to leave divots in the sand.

“Oh my gods,” Tim says, finally seeing this clusterfuck for what it is.

Dahl is huddled in the bow, looking terrified.

“Come on!” Jon demands.

Hastur lifts Tim into the boat (holy fuck) and hops lightly after him.

Tim ignores the paddle. “Everybody hang on!” he says, and wills them to move.

The boat takes off as if rocket-powered, flying through the water at enough speed that it rises on either side of the bow like wings.

Hastur smiles. Raises his hand.

The ice floes ahead of them begin knocking aside before collision, wrenched as if by a giant hook to pull them off-stage. Tim has no idea why that was the image that came to mind, but it did, and he starts to laugh.

Behind them, a chorus of groaning wood rises to the sky like the trees are screaming, and they continue to wave, undulating on mantis-legs, until the island fully sinks beneath the waves and is gone.

-----------------

Notes:

So yeah, here's a walking palm.

Socratea exorrhiza, the walking tree in a jungle in Costa Rica. (GaiBru_Photo/Getty Images)

To quote some of the best characters in fiction: NOPE.

Also? Michael's shirt exists. This hideous thing discovered by TheGreatJellyfish on Reddit.

[tourguidemorocco]

Your Guide to Safe Travel in Morocco with Tour Guide Morocco

Morocco, a country of mesmerizing landscapes, bustling souks, and rich cultural heritage, is a top destination for travelers from all over the world. With its fascinating blend of Berber, Arabian, and European influences, Morocco offers an adventure like no other. However, ensuring a safe and enjoyable travel experience requires careful planning and local expertise. This guide will provide you with everything you need to know about traveling safely in Morocco with a tour guide in Morocco.

Why Choose a Tour Guide in Morocco?

When exploring a diverse country like Morocco, choosing a knowledgeable tour guide can make a significant difference. A professional Tour Guide Morocco can provide in-depth historical and cultural insights, navigate language barriers, and enhance your experience by uncovering hidden gems off the beaten path. Moreover, traveling with a tour guide offers a sense of security and comfort, particularly for those unfamiliar with the country.

Navigating Morocco’s Major Cities with a Guide

1. Discovering the Charm of Marrakech

Marrakech, known as the "Red City," is famous for its vibrant markets, historic palaces, and captivating gardens. The labyrinthine streets of the Medina can be overwhelming for first-time visitors. A tour guide in Marrakech can help you navigate these bustling souks, assist with bargaining, and ensure you don’t miss landmarks like the Koutoubia Mosque, Jemaa el-Fnaa Square, and the Majorelle Garden. With a guide, you can also explore hidden rooftop terraces and savor local delicacies without the worry of getting lost or falling victim to tourist scams.

2. The Cultural Melting Pot of Fes

Fes, another must-see city, is known for its medieval architecture, sprawling souks, and rich history. As the oldest of Morocco's imperial cities, Fes can feel like stepping back in time. A tour guide in Fes can provide context to its deep-rooted history, lead you through the maze of narrow alleyways in the Medina of Fes el-Bali, and help you discover treasures such as the Al Quaraouiyine University and the stunning Bou Inania Madrasa. With a guide, you’ll get insights into local customs, traditions, and the best places to shop for authentic Moroccan crafts.

3. The Blue Pearl of Chefchaouen

Chefchaouen, nestled in the Rif Mountains, is famous for its blue-washed buildings and laid-back atmosphere. It's a photographer’s dream but also a place where a tour guide can enhance your experience. A guide in Chefchaouen can take you to lesser-known vantage points, introduce you to local artisans, and help you understand the cultural significance behind the city’s unique architecture and history.

Exploring Morocco’s Natural Wonders Safely

1. Sahara Desert Adventures

A trip to Morocco isn’t complete without an adventure in the Sahara Desert. Whether you’re dreaming of a camel trek across the dunes or a night under the stars in a desert camp, a tour guide in Morocco is essential for a safe and memorable desert experience. Guides are familiar with the desert's challenging terrain and can arrange well-organized excursions that prioritize safety and comfort. They will also share fascinating insights into the Berber culture, the geology of the desert, and the unique flora and fauna that thrive in this harsh environment.

2. The High Atlas Mountains: Trekking with Expertise

The High Atlas Mountains are a hiker's paradise, with trails ranging from easy day hikes to challenging multi-day treks. A local tour guide in Morocco is invaluable for navigating these mountains, ensuring you are well-prepared and safe. They can tailor the trek to your fitness level and interests, provide essential equipment, and share knowledge about the Berber villages, flora, and fauna encountered along the way. Popular routes like the ascent to Mount Toubkal, the highest peak in North Africa, require a guide for safety and logistics.

Safety Tips for Traveling in Morocco

While traveling in Morocco is generally safe, there are several tips that can enhance your safety and overall experience:

1. Be Aware of Your Surroundings

In crowded areas like markets and public squares, it's important to stay vigilant against pickpocketing and scams. A tour guide can help you avoid common tourist pitfalls and navigate areas that may be more prone to petty crime.

2. Dress Modestly

Morocco is a predominantly Muslim country, and modest dress is appreciated, especially in rural areas and religious sites. A tour guide can provide guidance on appropriate attire, helping you to dress respectfully and comfortably.

3. Use Reliable Transportation

When moving between cities or exploring remote areas, it’s crucial to use reliable transportation. A tour guide in Morocco can arrange safe and comfortable travel, whether by private car, train, or camel. Avoid unlicensed taxis or dubious transport services that could compromise your safety.

4. Respect Local Customs and Traditions

Morocco’s culture is steeped in tradition, and respecting local customs is vital for a positive experience. Your tour guide can help you navigate cultural nuances, teach you basic Arabic or Berber phrases, and provide insights into local etiquette, ensuring you have a more meaningful connection with the people and places you visit.

Choosing the Right Tour Guide in Morocco

Selecting the right tour guide in Morocco can significantly impact your travel experience. Here are a few factors to consider:

1. Certification and Experience

Always choose a certified tour guide with experience in the regions you plan to visit. This ensures they have the necessary knowledge, language skills, and professionalism to enhance your trip.

2. Customized Itineraries

A good tour guide in Morocco will tailor the experience to your interests, whether you are an avid hiker, a history buff, or a foodie. They should be able to create a personalized itinerary that caters to your preferences and time frame.

3. Positive Reviews and Recommendations

Look for guides with positive reviews and testimonials. Word of mouth, online platforms, and local tourism boards can provide valuable insights into the quality and reliability of a tour guide.

Conclusion: Embrace Morocco with Confidence

With its rich tapestry of culture, history, and natural beauty, Morocco is a destination that offers unforgettable experiences for every traveler. By choosing a knowledgeable and professional tour guide in Morocco, you can explore this enchanting country with confidence and peace of mind, knowing that your safety and enjoyment are prioritized. From the bustling streets of Marrakech to the serene Sahara Desert, a tour guide will help you uncover the true essence of Morocco, making your journey as enriching as it is unforgettable.

[umichenginabroad]

The Great Barrier Reef (Week 5)

After a very memorable trip to Singapore and Bali, it was time to visit the Great Barrier Reef with my summer class. But first, Lauren and I had to take a train from Brisbane to Hervey Bay where we would meet up with our class and fly out to Lady Elliot Island (LEI). The day we had in the 3rd largest Australian city consisted of a lot of walking through the city streets, spotting spiders in the Botanical Garden, and philosophizing about human nature as usual. 

We were eager to get on our first Australian train that would take us to Hervey Bay, but after reaching the first stop and halting for the next 3 hours, we had started to lose hope. Apparently a tree had fallen down onto power lines which fell onto the tracks up north, preventing our train from moving forward. Southeast Queensland is notorious for having bad thunderstorms and flooding. With the canceled train and nowhere to stay, all we could do was wait patiently and hope that the train company would coordinate accommodation for us and secure us a train ride for the following day. Luckily, the train company followed through and we got to spend an extra day in Brisbane which we used to walk around some more and then watch Mean Girls in theater (I highly recommend giving it a watch). Seeing how patient and cooperative all the Australians were during all the train chaos was very inspiring and a testament to the lax culture Aussies embrace. Isolated from the rest of the world, people here seem to prioritize self-care and community instead of work and politics. When the weather is this nice all the time, I sure can’t blame them. Soon enough, we found ourselves in Hervey Bay, and then on one of the smallest planes I have ever laid my eyes on for just 12 passengers to get to LEI. 

Just like that, I found myself standing on a tiny island that would take only 45 minutes to walk around. 

A picture of LEI from the plane.

LEI is the southernmost point of the Great Barrier Reef and it’s known to be a breeding ground for almost 100 different species of birds, 3 species of turtle, as well as countless fish, rays, sharks, and so much more. It’s also home to an eco-resort dedicated to educating visitors about the surrounding coral reefs and wildlife while being fully self-sustainable. Through my class, we got behind-the-scenes tours from staff to learn about the sustainable practices used on the island including solar panels for energy, a water desalination and filtration system, and even a composting machine that could take any thrown out food from the buffet and turn it into fertilizer. In our spare time, students were free to snorkel, scuba dive, and explore as much as we wanted. Within the first 2 minutes of my first snorkeling adventure, I watched a small shark swim right below me, saw countless fish, and witnessed the beauty of an underwater world I never could have imagined. I had no idea that coral reefs came in every color from yellow to green to purple and that sea turtles use their flippers to itch their faces just like my dog, Roni, uses his paw when he has something in his eye. I watched a line of baby squid float side-by-side without a care in the world and a baby turtle poop as if performing for us eager snorkelers. I was introduced to over a dozen different turtles over the days and learned that my favorite part about turtle-watching was seeing them come up for air and poke their little heads up out of the water while they’re massive shells floated at the surface. Each shark I saw (all about the size of a dolphin or smaller) reminded me of their beauty and surprisingly calm nature, but impressive speed and agility. I also laid eyes on barracuda as well as a stingray in their natural habitat and I overcame my fear of scuba diving as I made my first dive down 12 meters! The experience was thrilling, but showed me that I could see the same beauty while floating at the water’s surface – a more comfortable location for a mild claustrophobe. 

A screenshot from a video where a shark swims under a turtle we were watching! 

All in all, the quick 5-day trip was one I will never forget and one that I will never fail to recommend to any future Australia-travelers (just don't forget to bring a hat to protect you from the bird poop!).

 Cheers!

David Bayer

Biomedical Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

[severewizardphilosopher]

Places to Go for Vacation

Introduction

Planning a vacation is an exciting endeavor, and the world is brimming with remarkable destinations to explore. Whether you're seeking natural beauty, cultural richness, adventure, or relaxation, there's a perfect vacation spot for everyone. In this article, we'll take a tour of some of the top places to go for vacation, each offering a unique and unforgettable experience.

1. Bali, Indonesia

Known as the "Island of the Gods," Bali is a tropical paradise with stunning beaches, lush rainforests, and vibrant culture. Visitors can explore ancient temples, enjoy water sports, and savor Balinese cuisine. Don't miss the tranquil rice terraces and the energetic nightlife in Seminyak.

2. Santorini, Greece

Santorini, an enchanting island in the Aegean Sea, is famous for its iconic white-washed buildings, crystal-clear waters, and dramatic sunsets. It's a romantic destination with breathtaking views, ancient ruins, and delicious Mediterranean cuisine.

3. Kyoto, Japan

For a taste of Japanese culture and history, Kyoto is a must-visit. This city is renowned for its traditional tea houses, stunning cherry blossoms in spring, and beautiful temples. Stroll through bamboo forests, participate in tea ceremonies, and admire the art of the geisha.

4. Bora Bora, French Polynesia

Bora Bora is synonymous with paradise. Its turquoise lagoons, overwater bungalows, and coral reefs make it a dream destination for honeymooners and water enthusiasts. Snorkeling, scuba diving, and relaxation are the order of the day.

5. Tuscany, Italy

Tuscany's rolling hills, historic cities, and delectable cuisine make it a favorite European destination. Explore the charming streets of Florence, sample world-class wines in Chianti, and savor the simple pleasures of life in the Tuscan countryside.

6. Maldives

The Maldives, a collection of over a thousand coral islands, is a tropical haven with luxury resorts and stunning marine life. It's an ideal spot for beach lovers, honeymooners, and those seeking seclusion in paradise.

7. Machu Picchu, Peru

Machu Picchu, the ancient Inca citadel nestled in the Andes Mountains, is a UNESCO World Heritage site and one of the world's most iconic travel destinations. Hike the Inca Trail or take the train to witness this archaeological wonder.

8. New York City, USA

For the bustling urban experience, New York City is a top choice. Explore iconic landmarks like Times Square, Central Park, and the Statue of Liberty. The city offers a vibrant arts scene, diverse cuisine, and endless entertainment.

9. Cape Town, South Africa

Cape Town is a city of breathtaking beauty, nestled between Table Mountain and the Atlantic Ocean. Explore vibrant neighborhoods, visit the Cape of Good Hope, and savor South African wines in the surrounding vineyards.

10. Patagonia, Argentina and Chile

Patagonia offers awe-inspiring natural beauty with its glaciers, mountains, and remote wilderness. It's a dream destination for hikers, nature lovers, and wildlife enthusiasts.

11. Iceland

Iceland's dramatic landscapes include geysers, waterfalls, volcanoes, and geothermal springs. The Blue Lagoon, the Golden Circle, and the Northern Lights are just a few of the attractions that make Iceland a unique vacation destination.

12. Marrakech, Morocco

Marrakech is a bustling and exotic city in North Africa. Explore the bustling souks, visit the historic medina, and relax in stunning riads. Marrakech offers a blend of tradition and modernity.

13. Sydney, Australia

Sydney, with its iconic Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge, is a vibrant city with beautiful beaches, world-class dining, and a variety of cultural attractions. The city's coastal charm and natural beauty are hard to resist.

14. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Rio de Janeiro is known for its lively Carnival, stunning beaches, and iconic Christ the Redeemer statue. Enjoy samba music, relax on Copacabana Beach, and explore the lush Tijuca Forest.

15. Istanbul, Turkey

Istanbul straddles Europe and Asia, offering a rich blend of cultures, history, and architecture. Visit the Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque, and the Grand Bazaar for an unforgettable experience.

Conclusion

The world is a treasure trove of vacation destinations, each offering a unique blend of natural beauty, culture, history, and adventure. Whether you're drawn to tropical paradises, ancient cities, or remote wilderness, there's a place for every traveler to discover and savor. When planning your next vacation, consider the experiences that ignite your wanderlust and create memories that will last a lifetime.

[meanderful]

Close Encounters

The Home Stretch

Hello family and friends, Helen here, taking back control (eeep, it’s gone all political…), after the recent fantastic takeover by my sister Jo.

Sam and I parted company with Jo when she headed to the international terminal to take her flight back to the UK. With Sam’s ears still playing up, we finally gave up on diving together. So we sent our dive gear back with Jo and decided to try something different for our final ten days in Indonesia.

Sam and I flew north-west, landing in Medan in North Sumatra, the most populous city in Indonesia outside the island of Java. Having been about as far east as you can go in Indonesia just ten days ago when exploring Raja Ampat, we were now pretty much as far west as possible. We spent a couple of days in Medan planning the remainder of our Indonesian trip and wandering around. The city was bedecked with beautiful decorations in honour of the Lunar New Year, with whole streets hung with red lanterns and individual shops erecting lavish displays. On our second night in the hotel, we received a phonecall asking us to answer our room door because the staff “wanted to give us fruit”, where upon doing so two members of staff shyly handed us a red note wishing us a Happy Chinese New Year and two oranges. Adorable!

Photo Above: one of the beautiful displays in honour of the Lunar New Year

Given our love of food, we ended up doing a bit of a gastro-tour—Medan is the first place we’d been in Indonesia with a large Chinese-Indonesian (and therefore often Buddhist) population, so we found that it was incredible for vegetarians and vegans. We saw next to no foreigners, so these food spots were always aimed at locals—in fact, the Chinese-Indonesian owner of one of the vegan restaurants told us the story of visiting Ubud (the alternative yoga and arts town in Bali that we visited in November, which also had a strong vegan food scene) and how, upon walking into a vegan restaurant, he looked around in complete astonishment at the clientele and exclaimed, “where are the Chinese?!”. Given that there were so few foreigners, we were somewhat of a novelty. Case in point, when we stopped by a roadside vegetarian Makasan Padang place (Makasan Padang being a typical Sumatran cuisine, and one of Sam’s favourites from our trip), the staff requested a team photo with us.

Photo Above: veggie Makasan Padang team photo!

Though Sam’s back was slowly improving, it was still causing him a fair amount of pain, so we decided to be fancy people and for the princely sum of about £15 ($19), we bought a day pass to the Marriott hotel spa to have a lovely romantic day relaxing together. We took the lifts all the way up to the spa on the seventeenth floor, our heads full of visions of our romantic day spent chatting away together in the sauna and steam room. What we didn’t account for, however, was the fact that in a Muslim-majority place, the sauna, steam room, and jacuzzi were very definitely gender-divided. So instead, during the morning when there were no men using the facilities, Sam convinced me to cheekily sneak into the men’s facilities. Later, when it got busier, we did our hardcore relaxing separately and periodically met up to swim lengths of the outdoor infinity swimming pool (complete with incredible views across the city) and giggle at the turn of events.

Photo Above: the luxurious infinity swimming pool with a view across Medan

After a couple of days eating and relaxing in Medan, we made the three-hour journey west to the rainforest village of Bukit Lawang, famous as the gateway into the jungle that is home to the Sumatran Orangutans. As the city morphed into tropical countryside, we began passing palm oil plantations, which stretched for miles along the rest of our journey. When we reached the village of Bukit Lawang itself, we were welcomed by someone from our accommodation. He hoisted our large bag onto his shoulders and led us down a small alleyway, then along a dirt track besides a river lined with rickety wooden buildings and across a narrow pedestrian suspension bridge spanning the river. On the other side, we began scaling 270 stairs, climbing high until we reached On the Rocks, our home for the next while. The lodge was nestled right next to the border of the Gunung Leuser National Park, so we picked a small, wooden cabin built into the steep side of the hill, complete with huge balcony overlooking the rainforest and a vast glassy window in the bathroom meaning we had a loo with a spectacular view. That evening, we fell asleep to a vast soundscape of rushing river, buzzing cicadas, and chattering monkeys. When we stepped onto our balcony the next morning, a troupe of Thomas’ leaf monkeys (an endemic species of primate with distinctive black and white facial markings) were climbing the trees a few metres from us and play-squabbling amongst themselves.

Photos Above: the palm oil plantations lining the road; serious porter skills

We spent a couple of days relaxing in the lodge, going for a wander around the village (mostly so that I could gleefully walk back and forth on as many of the rickety bridges as possible for fun), soaking up the stunning views, and relaxing into the lushness of the rainforest sounds, smells, and foliage.

Photo Above: exploring the village

Into the Wild

On our third day there, we each packed a small rucksack and met our trekking group for the next few days up at the lodge’s restaurant. As I’m such a keen bean about all fauna, I had done my ape research beforehand. The word orangutan is, in fact, from the Indonesian, meaning “forest person”. There are three species of orangutan in the world, the Sumatran Orangutans we hoped to see being found only in Sumatra, as their name suggests. They are critically endangered, with only an estimated 14,600 remaining in the wild.

Just before we set out, a shout went up—a short way across the valley, a female orangutan and her adolescent baby were making their slow, swinging way through the trees, the mother sometimes acting as a bridge between two trees for her child to climb across. I was completely entranced by their movement, especially their seemingly outsized arms, which were far longer than their legs—orangutans can’t jump, so they always move through the trees limb to limb. As everyone joked, no need to go on the trek now!

We set off into the jungle. Our On the Rocks team was made up of an extended group—there was Ulf and Zilke, a German couple travelling with their children, Lulu (12) and Alvin (8), who were doing a shorter route than us each day, so had their own two guides, while our immediate group included Magda and Max, a couple from Germany, led by Ling and supported by Bincar. Later it would become apparent why having two guides per group was so important.

Photo Above: our extended trekking group

The trekking started gently, as we followed a trail through the jungle and Ling pointed out interesting things to us—first, the solidified gum from a gum tree, then the pungent smell of orangutans, and then a short while later, some more Thomas’ leaf monkeys who casually came down to the forest floor to check us out. We also came upon the orangutan mother and baby we had seen from the lodge and hung out below them for a while. As we walked, Ling would scan his eyes through the canopy and I could practically see his ears stood on end, so tuned in was he to his surroundings. He would periodically make orangutan noises, the sound of the female sounding like someone doing a loud kiss into the palm of their hand, while the male noise was much more like a deep gruff cough. It turned out that Ling was super experienced, having been guiding in this jungle since 1999, and it was quickly evident how much he loved the forest and how completely at home he was in it.

Photos Above: me gazing up at a huge gum tree; a Thomas' Leaf Monkey; making friends; walking the rainforest trail

Photos Above; the mother and her baby; the mother orangutan's vast armspan

It was not long before we came across our next orangutans. This was a particularly special experience—it was an adult mother with a tiny, scraggly-looking baby clutching the fur on one side of her torso, so newly born that it’s umbilicus still hung from it, swinging in the air as the mother moved. Our guides figured that the baby was merely a day or two old, and we watched as the mother kept gently touching her fingers to her vagina and licking them because she was still bleeding from the birth. While her own fine-haired fur was a vivid russet colour, her baby looked like a pale, wrinkly little Gollum. She seemed completely unfussed by the humans peering up at her and in fact slowly swung her way towards and above us so that she passed within a few metres. I couldn’t stop staring at her, especially her face, which seemed so expressive that it was hard not to anthropomorphise her.

Photos Above: mama orangutan; the mother on the move, her baby clutching her side as she holds the umbilicus; chilling in the tree; inspecting the umbilicus

The second half of the trekking that day became a lot more difficult—Ling and Bincar kept up the calls of “hati hati!” (“take care!”). The terrain was at first steeply uphill and then extremely downhill, so much so that often instead of walking, we had to climb, using lianas or thick tree roots protruding from the soil as handles to help us down. By the time we reached our camp for the evening and rejoined the German family, we all felt ready for a dip in the cool water of the nearby stream. Afterwards we sat around altogether chatting, while the guides and kids carved orangutan faces into small, reddish clay pebbles from the river to create a jungle necklace. Ling handed his first carving over to me as a gift.

Photo Above: Ling carves me an orangutan pendant from a pebble

Our camp was made up of one roofed hut where two cooks had lit several fires to cook our dinner, plus two other roofed structures under which we would sleep for the night. With the leakproof roof, spongy mattress mats, and a large mosquito net hung over myself and Sam, it felt pretty luxurious. As the rain started that evening, we all crowded into one of the huts to be served up a feast of vegetable curry, spiced tofu and tempe, rice, and cooked vegetables. Sam and I had a great time watching the children tell raucous jokes in German—though we mostly couldn’t understand, there was plenty to appreciate in the sheer joyful giggles from the rest of the group. Though I may struggle to sleep in cities with the sound of traffic passing by, it turns out that thunderous rain on a tarp-and-thatch roof does just the trick.

Photos Above: the cooking hut with the rainforest view behind; our bedroom for the night

Face to Face

The next day, we had a nice slow morning. Everyone sat outside, carving more orangutan pendants from pebbles, drinking tea and coffee poured from coconut husk teapots into coconut husk cups, and watching a group of Long-Tailed Macaques low in the trees around us, clearly waiting for us to leave camp before they would trawl the place to check for any leftover goodies. I managed to acquire a leech between my toes, and when I calmly pulled it off and pressed some tissue to the mini wound it had left, I caught several of the guides casting eyes at each other before one asked, was I not afraid? Turned out that they had come to expect a screeching reaction from guests.

Photo Above: a genteel rainforest breakfast

I may be nonplussed by bloodsucking leeches but when we set off trekking, I found I was extremely stiff. Because of Sam’s sore back, I was carrying almost all of our water for the day and so climbing up the steep hill, I felt a bit like a tortoise trying not to swing backwards onto its heavy shell. But after an hour or so and a couple of steep slopes up and down, I had settled back into the rhythm of things. At the top of one hill, we dumped our bags amid the tree roots and paused while Ling wandered a short way away making his usual orangutan noises to see if there was anything in the vicinity. Suddenly we heard him shout “Run, run, take your bags, run!”. We couldn’t tell if he was yelling in excitement or fear nor if he wanted us to run towards him or away. Then he came dashing up to us, shouting that a male orangutan was coming. Though humans rarely experience issues with female adults, male orangutans can be aggressive, especially when patrolling their territory, and to have a large one down on the ground was unusual. We dashed up the opposite hill, just as the big male came sloping into the clearing. Rather than following us, he paused to sit at the base of a tree, simply peering at us, perhaps to get a better scope of the situation. Ling stood well in front of us, communicating clearly about how far away we should stand and how to interpret the male’s behaviour but encouraged us to take photos. He was huge, a male named Jarwao who was at least 40 years old Ling later told us, and he was flanged—meaning he had the iconic orangutan face flaps and bulging throat sack. When I had previously researched this phenomenon, I found out that the current best guess as to their purpose is as a kind of megaphone for the calls that males make as part of declaring their territory. I couldn’t contain my excitement—I had been desperate to see a flanged male and here he was, so huge and powerful that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. It was barely a minute before he started coming towards us again, his long-muscular arms giving him a formidable presence. Ling held up a huge stick and hit it on the ground—making yourself big and aggressive is an important part of a guide’s role to ensure everyone remains safe. Jarwao didn’t react at all besides simply standing and watching Ling. We all hurriedly walked on, with Ling holding back to create space for us to traverse a steep downhill—he told us that orangutans are extremely fast downhill compared to humans so we trekked all the way down the vast hill before stopping besides a stream for lunch.

Photos Above: Jarwao appears; a quick snapshot with him; he continues to approach; he pauses and watches us for a while

Bincar and Ling made up little paper pouches of precooked noodles for us and then Ling kept watch looking up the hill. We had been sat about eating and chatting for a good ten minutes when Ling jumped up and told us that the male was coming down the hill. As we grabbed our bags, I saw Max look up and heard him say with shock “He’s there!”. I caught a flash of orange not far from us before everyone fled across the shallow river and began clambering up the steep trail on the other side. I was at the back of the group, with only Ling behind me. As I crossed the stream, I turned momentarily and found myself merely 4 metres from Jarwao, just as he arrived at the opposite bank. We locked eyes and I heard Ling shout a few metres to my side, fear in his voice, for me to RUN. I turned and hared it up the hill. Later, when Sam and I were chatting, we worked out that he had looked back down the hill at this very moment to see Ling throw his rucksack on the ground to distract Jarwao. I scrambled up madly and so only saw one snapshot after that: Ling running downstream between me and Jarwao, Jarwao turning to follow him. He yelled some instructions at Bincar—I presume he told him to lead us up the hill and away.

We all raced upwards not saying a word. Bincar swapped places with me so that he was bringing up the rear until we were right at the top and then he led us silently on. Besides my telling the others what had happened at the bottom, no one said a word. My mind kept turning to Ling flinging himself between me and Jarwao and I desperately hoped he was okay.

Shortly, we came to another group taking a rest and told them what had happened. The guides decided that we should leave one of their guides behind to try find Ling while their other guide and Bincar would escort us to camp. We all began climbing downwards. I was madly concentrating—with my old knee injury, I wasn’t the speediest at downhills, but I knew that injuring myself would present everyone with an even bigger problem. After a while, Ling and the other group’s guide caught up with us. I was glad to see Ling in one place, puffing madly on a cigarette and unscathed besides a bruise on one knee from falling over. He told us to keep hurrying though, so we kept moving until we reached our camp besides a large river at the bottom of the valley. Orangutans don’t come down to the river—it’s too dangerous for them to be out in the open—so the guides knew we’d be safe in the camp.

We dumped our bags, changed into our swimsuits, and slid into the eddies at the edge of the river, where the water wasn’t so strong that it would pull us downstream. After our much-needed chilly dip, we began piecing together the events of the afternoon.

Photo Above: Ling with his beautiful rainforest floral arrangement

Ling told us that though he had had many experiences with males over his more than two decades working in the jungle, it had never been like this. Usually males keep a good 15 metres away, and if they do show any aggression, they quickly fall back when faced with his own tactical “display of aggression”. On top of that, Jarwao usually stayed deep in the jungle and had never been seen this far out, a mere two days walk into the forest. Ling had also never seen a male so angry—he told us that after he used his rucksack as a decoy (he managed to grab it when he ran past), he had run in a loop to keep Jarwao away from the group and twice fell over and nearly had him catch hold of his leg. His best guess as to why Jarwao was so angry was that a group had passed by earlier in the day and potentially fed him—although guides occasionally use fruit to distract a male if in real need, simply feeding orangutans is really discouraged as over time it can change their behaviour and cause more aggression. With all this said, once it became apparent that Ling was okay and that everyone was safe, I quickly felt as though we’d had a real adventure. After all, this was nature, Jarwao was a wild animal, and we were blessed to come out unscathed, in large part due to having such an experienced and courageous guide. When I went to bed that night, I thought of Jarwao standing a few metres across the stream from me and how that vivid moment will stick with me for the rest of my life.

I was up earlier than everyone else the next morning and straight into the river for my morning dip. We had another relaxed morning, with a late breakfast then a short walk upstream to a small waterfall with a deep plunge pool, where I sat under the waterfall itself, letting the stream pummel my shoulders with a deep massage. After lunch, we packed up and watched as the guides and cooks created a special raft for us. They tethered together four black inner tubes, two large in the middle and a smaller one either side. Then they took all our bags and cooking stuff, secured them in several layers of thick plastic bagging, and tied them on top of the inflatable rings. Finally, Sam and I got into one of the large rings in the middle, sitting side by side, while Magda and Max sat in the other large tube. Ling, equipped with a long bamboo pole, sat in the front small ring and one of the cooks, also with a long guiding pole, sat in the back small ring, while Bincar perched on the edge next to Magda. And with that, our team set off down the river. It was extremely fun rafting along for a good 45 minutes, Ling and our cook using the poles to keep us from the banks and guide us through the mini rapids. I spent most of the journey either gazing around at the beauty of the rainforest covering the slopes of the valley on either side of us or giggling at the sprays of cold water that hit us whenever we bumped over rapids.

Photos Above: a waterfall massage; beside the river

When we were not too far from arriving back in Bukit Lawang, we pulled up at the riverbank. Our bags were unwrapped and we changed into our hiking gear, looked on by a mother orangutan and her roughly 4-year-old baby sat high in the trees above us. Then Ling led us once again into the forest for our final hike. Safe to say, after three days profusely sweating into our clothes, we all smelt about as strongly as orangutans. We had a fantastic last couple of hours in the rainforest, including seeing another mother, this time with a roughly 1 and a half year old baby, who swung through the branches much more tentatively than the baby we had just seen. As we neared Bukit Lawang, the sounds of the rainforest became punctuated first by a chainsaw, then by music drifting up from the village, and finally, just as we walked back into On the Rocks lodge, the afternoon call to prayer began to sound from the mosque.

Photo Above: the "after trekking" shot—just as well you can't smell us!

Video Above: a short compilation of our trek, showing footage of trekking itself, the mother orangutan with her newborn baby, and finally the very few seconds of video we got of the large male, Jarwao

Our Final Indo Hurrah

Safe to say, we all headed straight for a shower. That evening, we ate a vast spread with Max and Magda in the On the Rocks restaurant, unpicking our adventures of the last few days.

The next morning, Sam and I packed up, said our goodbyes to our trekking team, who we felt very bonded with after our shared experience, and headed back to Medan.

Sam and I had just one full day left in Indonesia, so we decided to book into a fancy hotel for a final hurrah. In reality, most of the day was spent running errands and drafting up this update but we did manage a short spa session together, a few final excellent Indo meals, quite a few glasses of complimentary wine, and a whole lot of gazing out at the amazing view of the city from our room on the twenty-third floor.

Photo Above: the spectacular view from our hotel room window

But time has a way of rolling ever onwards, and so we packed our bags, headed to the airport, and boarded a plane for Singapore—for our final few days away, we’re visiting friends who moved out here recently. As the plane took off, we both gazed out of the window. Indonesia had been vast and chaotic and humbling, and above all, oh-so good to us.

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The Top Countries for Investment in Vacation Rentals

Investing in vacation rentals is one of the most lucrative opportunities in today’s travel-driven economy. With the rise of platforms like Llivo, which blends personalized experiences with practical solutions like transportation services, this sector is transforming into a powerhouse of potential. But where should you focus your investment? Let’s explore the top countries that promise excellent returns and growth for vacation rental investments in 2025.

1. United States: Diverse Markets and High Demand

The U.S. remains a leader in vacation rental investments due to its diverse offerings. From ski lodges in Colorado to beachfront properties in Florida, the market caters to every traveler’s needs. Urban hubs like New York City also show consistent demand for short-term rentals. Platforms like Llivo further enhance the appeal by connecting hosts with travelers through unique services such as airport pickup and personalized stays.

Key Statistics:

The vacation rental market in the U.S. is projected to grow by 8% annually.

Cities like Las Vegas and Los Angeles rank among the most profitable locations for short-term rentals.

2. Spain: A European Haven for Tourists

Spain boasts sun-soaked beaches, historic cities, and a thriving tourist economy. The demand for rentals in hotspots like Barcelona and the Balearic Islands makes it a lucrative investment destination.

Why Spain?

Over 82 million tourists visited Spain in 2023, creating consistent demand for vacation rentals.

Llivo’s eco-friendly accommodations with sustainable transport options appeal to travelers seeking ethical travel experiences.

3. Portugal: The Rising Star of Europe

Portugal’s Golden Visa program has attracted global investors, while cities like Lisbon and Porto continue to be tourism magnets. The Algarve region is another hotspot for vacation rentals, thanks to its picturesque coastline.

What Makes Portugal Unique?

A growing digital nomad community thrives in Portugal, increasing the demand for short-term rentals.

Llivo’s luxury vacation rentals with private transport services align with the upscale preferences of international travelers.

4. Thailand: A Paradise for Budget Travelers

Thailand is an investor’s dream with its low property prices and year-round tourism. Destinations like Phuket, Chiang Mai, and Bangkok offer strong potential for rental income.

Investment Highlights:

Thailand welcomed over 20 million tourists in 2023.

Llivo’s integration of local hosts creates opportunities for personalized vacation rentals with host-guided tours, appealing to cultural explorers.

5. Indonesia: Tapping into Bali’s Allure

Indonesia, particularly Bali, continues to be a global favorite. Its affordable properties and high occupancy rates make it a hotspot for vacation rental investments.

Why Bali?

Bali ranks among the top destinations for luxury rentals, attracting high-spending travelers.

Unique experiences, such as eco-lodges and cliffside villas, align with Llivo’s niche of offering one-of-a-kind stays.

6. Mexico: A Gateway to North America

Mexico’s close proximity to the U.S. makes it a top choice for North American travelers. Regions like Cancun, Tulum, and Puerto Vallarta are booming with vacation rental opportunities.

Key Factors:

Mexico recorded over 50 million tourists in 2023.

Llivo’s budget-friendly stays including airport pickup add a layer of convenience for international tourists.

Why Llivo is the Ultimate Partner for Hosts

Llivo is more than a vacation rental platform—it’s a bridge between hosts and travelers seeking meaningful connections. With zero guest fees, hosts enjoy a competitive edge, while travelers benefit from seamless transportation and unique experiences.

Llivo’s Key Features:

Flat 12% host fee to maximize earnings.

Integration of transportation services, enhancing the guest experience.

Focus on community-driven travel, aligning with modern traveler preferences.

Discover the benefits of listing on Llivo and take your vacation rental investment to the next level.

Final Thoughts

Investing in vacation rentals is about more than just properties; it’s about creating experiences. Whether you’re drawn to the bustling streets of Bangkok, the sunlit beaches of Spain, or the cultural charm of Lisbon, the potential for growth is undeniable. With Llivo, hosts can elevate their offerings, tapping into a global network of travelers who value personalization and connection.

Are you ready to explore the world of vacation rental investments? Let Llivo guide your journey to success.

Author Bio: Khurram Iqbal Founder of Llivo | Advocate of Community-Centric Travel | Experienced Content Creator

Disclaimer: This blog is based on market research as of January 2025. Investors should conduct thorough research and consult financial advisors before making investment decisions. Llivo is not liable for any financial outcomes related to investment advice in this blog.

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International Tour Packages from Kerala: Explore the World with Unmatched Experiences

Kerala’s global travelers can now explore an array of international destinations with tailored tour packages that promise unique experiences, cultural exploration, and adventure. Whether you're dreaming of a European escape, a beach holiday, or a cultural tour, these international packages from Kerala offer a perfect mix of relaxation, discovery, and adventure. Here are some top international tour packages to consider:

Europe Tour Packages Europe, with its rich history, stunning landscapes, and cultural treasures, is a dream destination for many travelers from Kerala. Packages to countries like France, Italy, Switzerland, and Spain allow you to experience the grandeur of cities like Paris, Rome, and Barcelona. Visit iconic landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower, the Colosseum, and the Swiss Alps. These tours also include scenic train rides, cruises along the Mediterranean, and visits to historical monuments and museums.

Southeast Asia Tour Packages Southeast Asia offers budget-friendly yet culturally rich experiences, and is a perfect getaway for Keralites looking to explore vibrant cultures and beautiful beaches. Popular destinations include Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, and Bali. From the temples of Thailand to the modern marvels of Singapore, the lush landscapes of Bali to the urban energy of Kuala Lumpur, Southeast Asia offers a blend of ancient culture and contemporary lifestyle.

Middle East Tour Packages The Middle East is known for its opulence, history, and architectural wonders. Packages to Dubai, Abu Dhabi, and Doha are particularly popular, offering a mix of modern marvels like the Burj Khalifa and traditional experiences like exploring the desert. Visitors can enjoy luxury shopping, thrilling desert safaris, cultural experiences in the souks, and a blend of Arabian hospitality.

Maldives and Mauritius Beach Holidays For a serene beach getaway, the Maldives and Mauritius are two of the most sought-after destinations. Kerala travelers can enjoy pristine beaches, luxury resorts, water sports, and underwater experiences like snorkeling and diving. The Maldives, with its overwater bungalows, and Mauritius, with its white-sand beaches and tropical atmosphere, provide perfect escapes for honeymooners, families, or anyone looking to unwind.

Australia and New Zealand Adventure Tour For nature lovers and adventure seekers, Australia and New Zealand offer breathtaking landscapes and a chance to engage in exciting outdoor activities. From exploring the Great Barrier Reef, the iconic Sydney Opera House, and the Outback in Australia, to experiencing New Zealand’s majestic mountains, glaciers, and indigenous Maori culture, this tour is a must for anyone seeking adventure and natural beauty.

USA and Canada Tour Packages Explore the grandeur of North America with customized packages to the USA and Canada. Famous cities like New York, Los Angeles, Toronto, and Vancouver await travelers with world-class shopping, iconic landmarks like the Statue of Liberty and Niagara Falls, as well as cultural experiences. Outdoor enthusiasts can enjoy national parks such as Yellowstone, Yosemite, and Banff.

Japan and South Korea Tour For those interested in unique cultural experiences and advanced technology, Japan and South Korea offer modern and traditional wonders. In Japan, explore the bustling streets of Tokyo, the temples of Kyoto, and the beauty of Mount Fuji. South Korea’s capital, Seoul, is a blend of ancient palaces and modern skyscrapers, while Jeju Island offers serene landscapes.

Africa Safari Tour Packages For wildlife enthusiasts, Africa offers thrilling safari experiences. A tour package to Kenya, Tanzania, or South Africa includes visits to world-renowned wildlife reserves like the Maasai Mara and Kruger National Park. Witnessing the "Big Five" and immersing yourself in Africa's wild beauty is an unforgettable experience.

Benefits of International Tour Packages from Kerala

Expertly Crafted Itineraries: These packages are designed to ensure you make the most of your vacation with organized schedules and inclusions. Hassle-free Travel: With flight bookings, visas, transfers, and hotel accommodations taken care of, you can focus entirely on your travel experience. Local Guides: Professional tour guides provide insightful information about the destinations, making your visit culturally enriching.

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7 Days in Morocco from Marrakech: An Unforgettable Journey

If you’ve always dreamed of exploring Morocco, a 7-day itinerary in Morocco from Marrakech is the perfect way to immerse yourself in the rich culture, history, and diverse landscapes the country has to offer. From the vibrant streets of Marrakech to the golden dunes of the Sahara Desert, this trip will take you through some of the most iconic and awe-inspiring places in Morocco.

Here’s a suggested itinerary for your 7 days in Morocco from Marrakech, designed to provide a mix of adventure, relaxation, and cultural exploration.

Day 1: Arrive in Marrakech – The Red City

Start your journey with a full day of exploring Marrakech, Morocco's cultural heartbeat. Known for its vibrant souks, historical landmarks, and lively atmosphere, Marrakech is a city that truly captures the essence of Morocco.

Must-Visit Spots in Marrakech:

Jemaa el-Fnaa: The main square in Marrakech, filled with food stalls, entertainers, and street vendors. It’s the perfect place to dive into the local culture.

Koutoubia Mosque: The largest mosque in Marrakech, offering impressive views of the city.

Majorelle Garden: A stunning garden once owned by Yves Saint Laurent, featuring exotic plants and brilliant blue buildings.

Spend the evening soaking in the atmosphere of Jemaa el-Fnaa as it transforms into a bustling market by night. Enjoy a traditional Moroccan dinner at one of the many local eateries.

Day 2: Day Trip to the Atlas Mountains

On your second day, embark on an unforgettable excursion to the Atlas Mountains, located just outside Marrakech. The region offers dramatic landscapes, Berber villages, and a chance to experience Morocco’s rural life.

Highlights of the Atlas Mountains:

Imlil Village: A quaint village nestled in the mountains, perfect for a short hike or a relaxing walk.

Berber Villages: Visit traditional Berber homes and learn about the lifestyle and culture of the indigenous people of Morocco.

Trekking Opportunities: If you're up for adventure, hike towards Mount Toubkal, North Africa’s highest peak.

Return to Marrakech in the evening to relax after your mountain adventure.

Day 3: Head to Ouarzazate and Ait Benhaddou

On the third day, you’ll journey towards Ouarzazate, known as the "Gateway to the Sahara." This town is famous for its movie studios and dramatic landscapes, which have been featured in many films, including Gladiator and Lawrence of Arabia.

Highlights:

Ait Benhaddou Kasbah: A UNESCO World Heritage site, this ancient fortified village has served as a backdrop in many films. Explore its winding alleys and admire the mud-brick architecture.

Ouarzazate Studios: Take a tour of the film studios and see where major Hollywood films have been shot.

Stay overnight in Ouarzazate or nearby to break up the journey to the Sahara.

Day 4: The Sahara Desert – Camel Trekking and Night Under the Stars

Day four is the highlight of your 7 days in Morocco from Marrakech as you head into the vast expanse of the Sahara Desert. The desert experience is unforgettable, with towering sand dunes and a serene atmosphere.

Activities in the Sahara:

Camel Ride: Hop on a camel and trek through the dunes to your desert camp.

Overnight in the Desert: Spend a night under the stars in a traditional desert camp. Enjoy a traditional Berber meal and experience the tranquility of the desert.

This night in the Sahara will undoubtedly be one of the most memorable parts of your journey.

Day 5: Explore the Desert and Head to Fes

On day five, wake up early to watch the sunrise over the Sahara before heading back to your vehicle for the journey to Fes, one of Morocco's most iconic cities. The drive will take you through a mix of desert landscapes and small villages.

Upon arrival in Fes, settle into your hotel and begin your exploration of this historic city, known for its medieval architecture and vibrant culture.

Fes Highlights:

Fes El-Bali: The old medina, a UNESCO World Heritage site, filled with narrow streets, traditional shops, and historical buildings.

Bou Inania Madrasa: A beautiful example of Islamic architecture, offering intricate tilework and carvings.

Day 6: Full Day in Fes

Spend your sixth day exploring more of Fes. The city is one of the best-preserved medieval cities in the world and offers an authentic glimpse into Morocco’s rich history.

Key Sites to Visit:

Al Quaraouiyine University: Founded in 859, this is one of the oldest universities in the world.

Fes Tanneries: Visit the famous tanneries to see the traditional process of leather production.

Royal Palace of Fes: Admire the stunning gates and architecture of the royal palace.

Fes is also a great place to shop for unique Moroccan handicrafts, including leather goods, ceramics, and textiles.

Day 7: Return to Marrakech and Departure

On your final day, take the scenic drive back to Marrakech for your departure. Depending on your schedule, you may have time for last-minute shopping or sightseeing before heading to the airport.

Additional Activities in Marrakech:

Saadian Tombs: Explore the tombs of Moroccan sultans and their families, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city.

Palais Bahia: Visit this 19th-century palace, known for its stunning architecture and beautiful gardens.

After a week of incredible experiences, your 7 days in Morocco from Marrakech will come to an end, leaving you with lasting memories of Morocco’s diverse landscapes, culture, and hospitality.

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Top 10 Honeymoon Destinations for 2025

Planning a honeymoon is one of the most exciting aspects of starting your married life. Choosing the right destination can make the experience unforgettable. For couples in Pune, Rayaan Holidays, the best tour & travel agency Pune, offers curated packages to make your honeymoon magical and hassle-free. Here are the top 10 honeymoon destinations for 2025 to inspire your romantic getaway.

1. Maldives      

Known for its luxurious overwater villas, crystal-clear waters, and serene ambiance, the Maldives is a dream destination for couples seeking privacy and self time.

2. Switzerland

The breath-taking landscapes of Switzerland, with its snowy Alps, tranquil lakes, and charming villages, make it an idyllic choice for honeymooners.

3. Bali, Indonesia

Bali combines cultural richness with natural beauty. From vibrant rice terraces to beautiful beaches and temples, Bali offers a mix of relaxation and exploration.

4. Santorini, Greece

With its iconic white-washed buildings, stunning sunsets, and azure waters, Santorini is the epitome of romance.

5. Paris, France

Known as the "City of Love," Paris boasts iconic landmarks, cozy cafés, and an unbeatable romantic atmosphere.

6. New Zealand

For adventure-loving couples, New Zealand offers dramatic landscapes, thrilling activities, and cozy retreats amidst nature.

7. Kerala, India

Dubbed "God’s Own Country," Kerala features tranquil backwaters, lush greenery, and rejuvenating Ayurveda experiences perfect form a daily life escape.

8. North East India

The untouched beauty of North East India, with its picturesque landscapes, vibrant cultures, and cozy weather, provides a serene honeymoon experience. Popular spots include Shillong, Gangtok, and Kaziranga.

9. Dubai, UAE

For couples looking for a mix of luxury and adventure, Dubai offers world-class hotels, desert safaris, and vibrant nightlife.

10. Seychelles

This tropical paradise, with its pristine beaches and crystal-clear waters, is perfect for couples seeking a tranquil escape.

Honeymoon Packages from PCMC Pune

Rayaan Holidays offers exclusive honeymoon packages from PCMC Pune designed to cater to your unique preferences. Whether you prefer the tranquil backwaters of Kerala, the snowy Alps of Switzerland, or the exotic beaches of Bali, these packages ensure a seamless and memorable experience. Personalized itineraries, luxurious accommodations, and expert guidance ensure you focus only on creating beautiful memories with your partner.

Conclusion

Selecting the right honeymoon destination is the first step toward crafting memories that will last a lifetime. If you’re based in Pune, Rayaan Holidays—the best tour & travel agency Pune—offers tailored packages to suit your preferences. Whether it’s a Pune to North East India honeymoon package or a luxurious escape to an international destination, let us make your honeymoon truly special.

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International Tours: Explore the World with DOrganizers | The best travel agency

Are you ready to go on an incredible journey? DOrganizers invites you to experience the world through our skillfully customized international tours. Our tours, which range from bustling cities to quiet countryside, provide an unforgettable combination of culture, history, and adventure.

Reasons for Choosing DOrganizers for Your International Tour?

Expert Planning: Our team of experienced travel specialists precisely arranges every detail of your trip to ensure a smooth and hassle-free journey.

Personalized Itineraries: We customize our itineraries to meet your unique needs and interests, which gives you a fully customized vacation.

Unforgettable Experiences: From cultural exposures to thrilling adventures, our tours provide diverse experiences that will satisfy any visitor.

Comfortable Accommodations: We carefully choose comfortable and easily accessible a place to stay which range from fancy hotels to modest guesthouses. 

Expert Guides: Our skilled and pleasing guides will improve your trip with insightful insights and knowledge of the area.

Popular International Tour Destinations

Europe: Discover Europe's rich history and gorgeous scenery. From the beautiful metropolis of Paris and Rome to the lovely towns in the countryside, Europe has something for everyone.

Asia: Immerse yourself in the vibrant cultures and ancient traditions of Asia. Explore the bustling cities of Tokyo and Hong Kong, or discover the serene beauty of Bali and Thailand.

North America: Discover the different landscapes and vibrant cities of North America. North America has everything, from New York City's iconic buildings to the spectacular natural wonders of the Grand Canyon.

South America: Enjoy the exotic beauty and colorful culture of South America. The ancient monuments of Machu Picchu, the breathtaking scenery of Patagonia, and the vibrant cities of Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires.

Australia and New Zealand: Experience Australia and New Zealand's unique animals and breathtaking natural scenery. From the famous Sydney Opera House to the Great Barrier Reef, Australia and New Zealand provide amazing adventures.

Africa: Go on a safari vacation and see Africa's amazing animals. Visit the huge landscapes of the Serengeti and Maasai Mara, or know about Morocco and South Africa's rich cultures.

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Are you ready to go on your dream international tour? Contact DOrganizers now to begin arranging your next trip. Our team of professionals will walk you through each step of the process, assuring a smooth and memorable experience. 

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Enjoy a one day tour adventure to visit tourist destinations in the North West area which is famous for its exotic natural beauty and is also very famous among photographers because the photos are amazing. First we will visit the Banyumala Twin Waterfall, a waterfall tour where there are twin waterfalls. two falling water streams and a clear pool where you can swim here, after that visit Wanagiri Hidden Hill which is famous for its amazing photo spots, followed by enjoying Indonesian food for lunch, after lunch we will visit Handara Gate with its beautiful gate very iconic with a stunning forest background, followed by visiting the Ulun Danu Beratan temple with a very beautiful floating temple on Lake Beratan, after that we take you back to the hotel with a very amazing experience #Tours2Go #ToursToGo

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Top Activities to Experience in Bali

Bali, often referred to as the "Island of the Gods," offers a blend of stunning natural landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and thrilling activities. Whether you are a nature lover, a culture enthusiast, or an adrenaline junkie, Bali has something for everyone. Here’s a guide to the top activities you shouldn’t miss during your Bali activities.

1. Surfing in Kuta

Kuta Beach is the birthplace of Bali activities tours. With consistent waves and warm waters, it’s a haven for both beginners and seasoned surfers. Numerous surf schools along the beach provide lessons, making it easy for novices to pick up the sport.

2. Visit Ubud’s Sacred Monkey Forest

Ubud is the cultural heart of Bali, and the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary is a must-visit. Wander through the lush jungle, explore ancient temples, and interact with the mischievous long-tailed macaques. It’s a blend of nature and spirituality that showcases Bali’s deep connection with wildlife.

3. Snorkeling and Diving in Nusa Penida

For underwater enthusiasts, Nusa Penida offers some of the best snorkeling and diving spots in Bali. Swim with manta rays, explore vibrant coral reefs, and discover marine life in crystal-clear waters. Manta Point and Crystal Bay are among the most popular dive sites.

4. Explore the Rice Terraces of Tegallalang

The iconic rice terraces of Tegallalang are a sight to behold. These beautifully sculpted fields represent Bali’s ancient agricultural traditions. Take a walk through the terraces, enjoy local food at a nearby café, or simply relax while soaking in the stunning views.

5. Trek to Mount Batur at Sunrise

For adventure seekers, trekking to the summit of Mount Batur is a thrilling experience. Starting early in the morning, you’ll hike under the stars and reach the top just in time to witness a breathtaking sunrise over Bali’s volcanic landscape. The views from the summit are truly unforgettable.

6. Relax at Seminyak’s Beach Clubs

If you’re looking to unwind, head to Seminyak and enjoy a day at one of its upscale beach clubs. With luxurious pools, oceanfront views, and delicious cocktails, it’s the perfect place to relax and soak up the sun. Popular spots include Potato Head Beach Club and Ku De Ta.

7. Discover Bali’s Temples: Tanah Lot and Uluwatu

No trip to Bali is complete without visiting its stunning temples. Tanah Lot, perched on a rock formation in the ocean, is one of Bali’s most iconic landmarks, especially during sunset. Uluwatu Temple, sitting on a cliff overlooking the Indian Ocean, is equally majestic and often features traditional Kecak dance performances at dusk.

8. Waterfalls in North Bali: Sekumpul and Gitgit

Bali’s northern region is home to some of the most beautiful waterfalls on the island. Sekumpul and Gitgit waterfalls offer serene escapes into nature, where you can hike through tropical jungles and cool off in the refreshing waters. These waterfalls are perfect for photography and peaceful retreats.

9. Spa and Wellness Retreats

Bali is known for its world-class spa treatments and wellness retreats. Whether it’s a traditional Balinese massage, a yoga retreat in Ubud, or a full detox program, Bali’s wellness offerings are designed to rejuvenate both the body and mind.

10. White Water Rafting on the Ayung River

For a heart-pumping adventure, try white water rafting on the Ayung River. As you navigate through the rapids, you’ll be surrounded by lush jungle, cascading waterfalls, and cliffside carvings. It’s an exhilarating way to experience Bali’s natural beauty.