Visiting Remote Islands: Tristan da Cunha (1934)
On the fourth day we saw a dark rocky mass that protrudes from the ocean, and from which there are about 3,000 kilometers to the nearest continent. When the ship approached the mass on the calm sea, we realized it was...
A collection of old travelogues, those precious accounts of what world, travel and travel-writing used to be like in different epochs. Reading vintage travelogues is as close as one can get to time travel, without the pain of inventing the real time-machine and the risk of bumping into yourself along the way.