When to travel
Spring in the north, with long days and a bloom that moves from south to north. Across much of Asia the heat sets in.
These countries call April their strongest month: weather, landscape and rhythm all line up.

A world where centuries-old tradition and radical modernity sit effortlessly side by side.

A country best discovered at the table, one that feels like an almost different place from north to south.

Desert, history and a hospitality that often turns out to be the most memorable part of the journey.

From city rhythm to Patagonian wind, a country whose vast distances are part of the appeal.

A country where desert, mountains and coast merge within a few hours' drive, and the cities hold their own just as well.

An archipelago where granite, primeval forest and sea sit so close together it almost feels unreal.

A small country where three thousand years of history and the edge of the Sahara lie just a few hours' drive apart.

Sandwiched between two oceans, with volcanoes and cloud forest that need no introduction.

Two colonial cities, centuries-old rivals, separated by a lake dotted with volcanic islands, rougher around the edges than its neighbours.

Monasteries clinging to cliffs, valleys without traffic and access the country deliberately keeps limited, a calm its neighbours lost long ago.

Ancient traditions, fast-paced cities and still landscapes exist side by side, in a country that seems to reinvent itself everywhere you look.

Malay, Chinese and Indian life exist side by side with ease, and the rainforest is never far away, not even from the cities.

Valleys and temple towns that reveal as much about the country as its mountains do: there is far more here than Everest.

Turquoise domes and hushed caravanserais that still tell the story of where the Silk Road once converged.

An island that calls itself Greek, feels Turkish, and is fully neither, with an interior that few visitors ever see.

A country that does not sell itself to visitors, with hospitality that is unfiltered and nightlife that lives up to its reputation.

A country spanning two continents and some ten layers of civilisation, with an interior far larger and quieter than its coast.

In Italy, beauty is not the exception but the habit, from a kitchen table to a square's façade.

Malta is an island of limestone and fortress walls where every layer of history is still legible.

Portugal turns its back on Europe and its face to the ocean, with a wistfulness that rarely turns heavy.

Spain differs as much from itself as from its neighbours, with a dry interior, a green north, and a day that starts late and ends later.

Sicily carries the traces of Greeks, Arabs and Normans, with a volcano that always keeps the last word.
A reef off the north-east coast, red rock in the centre, and an Aboriginal history tens of thousands of years deep.
A Portuguese island in the Atlantic, with peaks up to 1,862 metres, levadas along the mountainsides and a laurel forest on the north side.
A mountainous peninsula where a fast-moving capital and centuries-old monasteries sit a few hours apart by train.
Perfectly workable in April, with a caveat spelled out on the destination page itself.

Silence on a scale found nowhere else, with deserts that change character every hundred kilometres.

A delta that changes with every season, in a country that deliberately keeps visitor numbers low across a vast expanse.

Small on the map, yet coast, highlands and culture can feel worlds apart after just a few hours' drive.

Mountains, wadis and a quiet coastline: a destination that reveals itself at an unhurried pace.

Seven emirates, not all of them skylines. Beyond the famous cities lies a land of dunes, wadis and oasis villages that move at a very different pace.
A peninsula that rebuilt itself within a few decades, yet just beyond the new skyline remains quiet and bare.

The capital prefers to govern with calm rather than noise, putting its wealth towards culture and space rather than spectacle.

A city that keeps rewriting itself, though the old creek and its souks still hold on to the pace of life before the skyscrapers.

The most understated of the emirates, where culture and heritage matter more than height or gloss.

Flat, coastal and steeped in a light that never shouts, a country that finds its calm in understatement.

A region without hard borders, where tundra and pine forest live under a light that swings between two extremes throughout the year: months of sun or months of night.

An island that has gone its own way for millions of years, and it shows in almost everything.

An island where Indian, African, Chinese and French influences live side by side, far beyond the image of a villa on the beach.

A coastline tourism has yet to discover, still bearing clear traces of its Swahili and Portuguese past.

A country with so many faces that two travellers rarely tell the same story about it.

A tiny kingdom usually overlooked in the shadow of its larger neighbours, which has let it keep a pace all its own.

A country where the wilderness is still given real space, and the waterfall at its edge almost becomes an afterthought.
A country that has kept its national parks and hospitality intact, and it shows in the quality of its guides.

A country so vast it constantly contradicts itself, with rainforest, coast and metropolis each living at their own pace.
A country that's compact, not small, with volcanoes running all the way to a coast that's never far away.

A highland where Maya culture isn't a backdrop but sets the rhythm of everyday life.

An isthmus where two oceans almost touch and the rainforest reaches right up to the edge of the city.

Flat, green and rarely loud, a country that prefers quiet over the spectacle of its neighbours.

Thousands of islands, no two alike: an archipelago that stretches far beyond the Bali most people know.

Order and jungle blend here with ease, and the food comes closer to the country's true character than its skyline does.

Skyscrapers give way to green islands and hiking trails within half an hour, in a city that rarely stands still.

Mountains that plunge straight into the sea, towns layered with history, and a coastline that has not yet bent itself to visitors.

A coastline of stone and pine, island after island, where life slows down as soon as the roads narrow.

Prague is only the beginning; beyond it lie castles, forests and small towns that rarely make anyone's list.

Forest and marsh stretch to the horizon, a digital capital, and a stillness that feels further north than the map suggests.

Every island is a different Greece, and the mountainous mainland remains unknown territory for most visitors.

A land of plains and rivers, thermal springs beneath the surface, and a capital that looks weightier than it feels.

Woodlands, coastal dunes and an architecture that refuses a single style, in a country that quietly goes its own way.

Lakes, forests and a baroque old town that feels surprisingly southern for a Baltic capital.

A fjord that is not really a fjord, mountains that fall straight into the sea, and a country smaller than its landscape suggests.

A country with more landscape than its history suggests, with forests, lakes and towns each rebuilt with real character.

Mountains where bears and wolves still roam freely, villages with a pace of their own, and a capital that keeps reinventing itself.

Alps, karst caves and a sliver of coast all lie within a few hours of each other, in a country that never overdoes it.

Belgium keeps its grandeur indoors: behind a façade, in a workshop, on a plate, and never needs a big story to go with it.

Bulgaria is a land of rose fields and mountain villages that has not yet learned to perform for visitors.

France changes character at every provincial border and refuses to be reduced to a single image.

Germany combines urban precision with forest just a short walk away, and simply lets the two coexist.

Ireland lets the weather set the scene, and a conversation in the pub rarely stays small talk.

The Netherlands has fought for its space from the water for centuries, and loves an empty polder as much as a busy canal.

The United Kingdom never has to prove its character, made up as much of a wet moor as of a smart London street.

Sardinia has a rugged interior that wants little to do with the glamour of its own coastline.
A country 4,270 kilometres long: desert in the north, glaciers in the south and an island in the middle of the Pacific.
A green strip along the Nile, with temples, tombs and desert on either side.
A hundred and eighteen islands and atolls in the Pacific, from the lagoons of the Society Islands to the cliffs of the Marquesas.
Tbilisi, the Kakheti wine region and the villages of the Caucasus, with medieval monasteries and a script of its own.
Rings of coral in the Indian Ocean, with islands to go quiet on and islands where people live.
A capital built on the ruins of Tenochtitlan, colonial cities and Maya cities in the forests of Yucatán.
Two islands of volcanoes, glaciers and fjords, with a Māori history you meet everywhere.
Inca cities in the Andes, a lake at 3,810 metres and rainforest on the eastern side of the range.
Canyons, mountains and a South with its own music, linked by the national parks.