In 1991, I took the train to San Diego in California, then rode the "Tijuana Trolley" to the border. Being so close to Mexico, I thought it would be good to go over. I had left my passport at the hotel but walked through with not a single US or Mexican border check. After a short walk around, I joined the queue back. I then came face to face with a US border guard. He looked at me hard and said "Boy, you've made a big boo-boo" and directed me into a room full of what looked like illegal entrants. Eventually, he gestured me out of the room and said, "Don't ever try that again, off you go."
On a flight from Chicago, I asked for The Independent. I was eager for news as I had spent several weeks kayaking in Baja. Those sea lions off Espiritu Santo [which Simon Calder wrote about on 26 April] are something else but the islands further north feel much more remote.
Magic in Ladakh
My favourite place on Earth. If you visit this magical part of India, do a trip to Lake Tso Moriri and Lake Tso Kar. The landscape is like nothing else I've encountered.
48 Hours in Milan
As a Milanese, I found this article well written, if succinct. Of course there's more: the Gallerie d'Italia in La Scala square is not just a "grand building" but a magnificent art museum. The newest attraction is the Porta Nuova district. Its heart is the new Piazza Gae Aulenti. Finally, it's true that "aperitivo happy hour" is a sacred rite, but now the Milanese prefer the Arco della Pace area.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading about her travels in Colorado. I have studied her since my trip to Estes Park and love her style of prose. I believe she would have pronounced this review as "sublime"!