Sunday, August 30, 2009
If you love to snowboard and frequently fantasize about outrunning a stream of hot lava, volcano surfing is the sport for you. Near León in Nicaragua, you can hike to the top of a volcano called Cerro Negro, take in the view, then ride all the way down on a piece of plywood.
There’s a chance you may wipe out during your run, in which case, you’ll come up looking like a sheepish chimney sweep. Better yet, since Cerro Negro is an active volcano, you may ACTUALLY GET WIPED OUT. I know. Where do you sign up? My recommendation is to get out there before someone decides to come in and build a ski lodge that sells those overpriced (yet admittedly delicious) chili bread bowls.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Who needs to build a bridge, when nature can do it for you and make it a gajillion times cooler looking? In Cherrapunji, India, the Ficus elastica tree produces a second set of roots higher up on its trunk, and the locals encourage these roots to grow across rivers by laying down betel nut tree trunks as a base. The result is like a scene out of Lord of the Rings.
The finished product is so strong that it can hold up to 50 people, and it only gets sturdier with time, since it's still growing. The oldest ones have existed for half a century. Each new bridge takes about ten to fifteen years to grow. I don't know about you, but I'm willing to give AWESOMENESS some time to happen.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Admit it: You've always wondered what being in hell feels like. Can it really be THAT hot? Don't you become numb to the sensation of melting skin after a century or two and then it just doesn't bother you anymore? Well whatever the case, you can peer at the closest thing that we have to hell on earth in Turkmenistan, where there exists a giant hole that's been on fire for almost four decades.
The Darvaza Crater isn't a natural occurrence - the Soviets were drilling in the area in the 1970s when they hit a natural gas cavern, causing poisonous fumes to leak out. In order to neutralize the poison, they decided to set the crater on fire. And it's been burning ever since. I'm not sure a large, fiery pit should ever be a tourist attraction, but you have to admit it's pretty awesome.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The last time you were consuming chicken teriyaki at a Japanese restaurant, did you think to yourself, "Boy, I wish this was being served to me by a ninja." No? Well, the owners of Ninja New York did. It's a restaurant where the skilled assassins leap out like dark shadows as you meander along an eerie path to get to your table ... then appear at your table to take your order and tell you about the specials.
The decor evokes a 14th-century feudal village in Japan, and the prix-fixe meal is presented with ceremony, employing everything from white smoke to samurai swords. The a la carte menu features dishes with intriguing names like "floating sashimi" and "choco wasabi salmon," but the item that really caught my eye was the "ancient short rib." I picture a wise but frail old short rib who spouts advice such as "You have much to learn about fine dining, young grasshopper." At which point, I'll gobble him up.
Monday, August 17, 2009
So by now you've probably heard about the original Icehotel in Jukkasjärvi, Sweden - a hotel carved out of ice and snow, furniture and all. But did you know that the hotel only exists from December through April, after which the whole place melts down and turns into the Torne river? Then the following December, the hotel is rebuilt with a whole new layout. Is it me, or are the Swedes sickeningly handy, with their annually reconstructed icehotels and their chain store of inexpensive, build-it-yourself furniture?
I'm not a big fan of freezing, but I would stay in the Icehotel for the chance to live in a temporary work of art. The hotel is even considered one of the Seven Wonders of Sweden. Yes, there is such a thing. I hope lingonberry juice and those yummy little meatballs made the list. Which reminds me, my Blërg end table has collapsed on itself and I need to make an Ikea run this weekend...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Digging is a lost art. It's therapeutic, it's satisfying, and there's no right or wrong way to do it. The problem is we don't have many opportunities to dig nowadays. Try doing it on public property and you get fined. Try doing it in your backyard and your neighbors call the cops to investigate.
Diggerland in Kent (also home to Dickens World) addresses all your digging needs. The theme park lets kids as young as five operate everything from dump trucks to giant diggers. You can dig holes, move dirt around, basically make a mess. And the park is also available for parties of the corporate and bachelor variety. Because if there are going to be drunk people operating heavy machinery, you want them all contained in one park.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Want to impress that special someone in your life? Here's how it's gonna go down. Step 1: Grab said special someone and jump on the next flight to Maldives. Step 2: Make reservations at Ithaa, located 5 meters below sea level. The restaurant, which is reached by descending a staircase enclosed in a tube off of a dock, offers diners panoramic views of the Indian Ocean while they dig into their seared fillet of reef fish. Step 3: Reap the rewards.
The only hitch is you'll have to deal with hundreds of sea creatures giving you the evil eye as you chow down on their cousin. Okay, I've given you the tools. Now use them.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Living in America, my experience with bamboo plants was limited to the dinky “lucky bamboo” that you decorate your desk at work with. Which is why the bamboo forest on the outskirts of Kyoto, Japan, is so awesome to witness. Picture thousands of densely planted bamboo stalks, each hundreds of feet high, shading you from the sun overhead and creating an atmosphere of calm and meditation. A passing wind rustles the leaves and knocks the stems together to play a gentle tune. I’m getting all Zen just thinking about it.
I recommend running out to get your piece of tranquility now, before a rogue band of pandas comes along and gobbles it all up. It could happen.
Friday, August 7, 2009
This probably happened to you after your last vacation because it certainly happened to me: I returned home and thought, "I didn't see enough corpses on that trip." If you've been irked by the same realization, spend your next vacation in Palermo, Sicily, where the Capuchin Catacombs are located.
For a mere 1.5 euros you are permitted to descend into an underground labyrinth of dead bodies, the oldest of which was entombed in 1599. Most resemble the Crypt Keeper - skeletons with stubbornly clinging tufts of hair and disintegrating clothes, but some of the newer bodies were preserved using a secret embalming method and remain remarkably intact. The pièce de résistance is the perfectly preserved body of a 2-year-old girl who died in 1920. Now why would you buy a gelato when you could put that money toward visiting this attraction TWICE?
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The ocean is overrated, am I right, people? All the waves and sand - it's all so annoyingly natural. That's why I'm dying to swim at the pool at the San Alfonso del Mar hotel in Algarrobo, Chile, which is the size of an ocean, but refreshingly man-made. The world's largest pool takes up 20 acres of space, is filled with seawater, and costs $2 million a year to maintain.
Best of all, the pool is located right next to the ocean, so you can make fun of all the poor saps you see splashing in the Pacific. They THINK they're having a good time. Now if only the San Alfonso del Mar would add a wave machine and import some sand...
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Freud would have been all over this one. At Modern Toilet restaurant in Taipei, Taiwan, the theme is ... well, toilets. You sit on a toilet. You eat out of miniature urinals. The desserts are named things like "green dysentery" and "bloody poop" (kiwi and strawberry ices, respectively). "Well, that's just gross," you say. But is it? Maybe you've got it backwards. Maybe eating on a table is gross. Maybe using regular bowls is wrong. I don't know why that would be, but maybe it is. Did you ever think of that?
Okay, I have no case. But does it help to know that the restaurant is a hit and has become a chain, with branches springing up in China, Malaysia, and Kuala Lampur? No? How about the fact that despite the theme, the restaurants are all very clean, with reportedly tasty dishes? Still not convinced? What if I tell you that the restaurant is meant to be interactive art - the point is to shock and confuse the senses? Okay, now you're coming around. I knew that if I made it pretentious enough you'd be on board.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Life's too short to spend at the Y. From August through December each year, the amount of water gushing over Victoria Falls, on the border of Zambia and Zimbabwe, drops off a bit. This makes it possible for people to hang out in a shallow area, called Devil's Pool, at the top of the falls - mere inches from the 420-foot plunge to a watery grave below.
You must now shut down your computer, pack your floaties and run, don't walk, to the nearest international airport. I know I don't have to tell you twice. And don't forget to attach the strap to your waterproof camera, mkay?
Saturday, August 1, 2009
If you find the words "giant uvula" stimulating and you don't even know what it means, you belong at Corpus, near Amsterdam in the Netherlands. It's a 115-foot museum shaped like a sitting man. Again: THE BUILDING IS SHAPED LIKE A PERSON. I know. I'm running out to get a lifetime membership today.
And as if that weren't enough, the entire inside of the building is the guy's anatomy. You enter through a wound in his leg and travel upwards, viewing things like cheese getting digested and synapses getting fired in the brain. Oh, and the man burps when you jump on his tongue. I know. Make that the gold club lifetime membership.
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