You don’t need a passport stamp from Scandinavia to find yourself in a majestic fjord-like valley. Just head deep into the highlands of West Sumatra, and you’ll stumble upon a surreal pocket of earth called Harau Valley—where sheer granite cliffs tower over emerald rice fields, waterfalls tumble like silver ribbons, and mist hugs the treetops like it’s never known anything else.

Somewhere between the polished elegance of the French Riviera and the raw wilderness of Sardinia lies **Corsica**, a rugged Mediterranean island that refuses to be tamed. Technically part of France, Corsica feels like its own universe—with its own language, customs, and a spirit that’s as fierce as its windswept cliffs.