When you're deep into your summer holiday, darling, it's best to switch over to COMPASS TIME. And there’s no better way to calibrate that internal gyroscope than by yachting through my favorite nautical playground — Croatia.

And as it intensified dishes shattered. Chairs blew. Children cried. The guests and staff all crammed into the kitchen for shelter. It wasn’t chaos, just a collective moment of realizing: We are not in charge. Nature is.

At the midpoint of the climb, I took a moment — as any refined traveler should — to sit and admire the sheer grandeur before me. No city clamor. No tourists loudly comparing souvenir prices or lamenting the tragic absence of fast food. Just me.

Let’s get one thing straight: Norway was never on my travel list. Not even in the margins. Especially not in summer, when heat and I become mortal enemies and my luxurious fur turns into a portable sauna.

And by Alps, I mean Interlaken: The Swiss Disneyland, minus the lines, plus the vertigo.Hiking? Stunning. Swimming? Refreshing. Ziplining? Existential. Just remember to pack your adrenaline and your wallet—this place extracts cash faster than a one-armed bandit in a rigged casino.

Here we are — halfway through our 100-day, 11-country adventure. And let me tell you… travel will humble you. It will expand you, delight...

This lush, soul-stirring Ionian island is known for its stunning beauty—turquoise coves, dramatic cliffs, pine-covered mountains, and villages that seem to grow out of the hillsides. But for me, Kefalonia is much more than just a beautiful destination. It’s a return to origin. A step into the living tapestry of my family’s story.

After an absolutely stellar morning admiring the icy splendor of Jungfraujoch – Top of Europe (yes, that’s actually what they call it, and no, they’re not wrong), I found myself sipping a cappuccino at the Mönchsjochhütte, enjoying what can only be described as a deeply intoxicating conversation with a fellow explorer.

So, there I was, settling my affairs after an extremely satisfying stay at the spectacular Four Seasons Seychelles, when James Edwards—Director of Guest Relations, no less—informed me that I had been bestowed the title of Seychelles Ambassador.

Another day stuck up here in the loft of my villa in the Seychelles. Raining again. Nothing to do but sort through my photo library—you know, the one documenting my globe-trotting career since 2018. That’s how long I’ve been on this party bus.

Since this is my debut post, introductions are in order. I’m Sardonic George—world traveler, reluctant companion, and the only member of this blog with actual style.

As I travel the world, passing through unfamiliar cities and quiet mountain paths, I find myself carrying a book that has traveled with me in another life

In a country obsessed with flat whites and single-origin espresso, seeing crowds of young people queue around the block for iced jasmine tea feels… surreal.

Wind-lashed and utterly deserted, this wild stretch of coastline is one of the most beautiful landscapes I have ever witnessed. We hiked alone, save for an emu who, with quiet grace, chose to walk beside us for a time.

he call to adventure rarely arrives with fanfare. It creeps in—sometimes in response to restlessness, sometimes in quiet reflection—and once it grabs hold, it refuses to let go. I recognize it instantly. I can spot a story from a mile away, and my insatiable curiosity kicks in the moment we pull into our first roadhouse in Balladonia. Parked next to us is someone I can already tell is remarkable. I’m thrilled to introduce you to our new friend: Gulsah Merve Yuksel

Taste the wonderful cheese at the FARM SHOP in the shire of Nannup