If you think you’ve seen all that Bali has to offer—surf beaches, hip cafés, infinity pools overlooking rice terraces—think again.
On the eastern shores of Lake Batur lies a village that defies logic, science, and perhaps even death itself. Welcome to Desa Trunyan, a place where the dead are not buried, not cremated—but left in the open air. And strangely? There’s no smell.
In the deserts of northern Mexico, beneath the sun-baked skies of Sonora and Sinaloa, an ancient spirit runs free—not through forests or fields, but through dance. La Danza del Venado, or The Deer Dance, is one of the most mesmerizing Indigenous rituals still performed today. It’s part theater, part prayer, and entirely sacred.
If Thailand were a symphony, most travelers tune into the dramatic crescendos — the full-moon parties of Koh Phangan, the nightlife rhythms of Pattaya, or the cinematic allure of Phi Phi Islands. But every great piece needs its quiet notes — the soft piano moments between the drums. That’s where Hua Hin comes in.
