CONCIERGE.COM
Real life is the enemy of sexiness. Real life is a bad economy, mortgage worries, global warming. Sexiness is the act of shedding worries and slipping off the constraints of real life. Best of luck doing that at home. While finding a sexy beach is a good start, at this point you need more. You need the total escape that comes only with an island, preferably one that’s not merely physically set apart from the mainland but that feels a million miles away. The type where inhibitions are lessened, the locals friendlier and more open-minded, and where less actually is more. Whether you choose a beachy scene like Mykonos or an energetic city island like Hong Kong, these are the places where it’s okay to meet a stranger on the beach or at a club and embark on a licentious adventure. Or where you and your partner can forget about the horrors of the boring old real world and get back to sexy. Read on:Concierge.com
Sept. 24 (Bloomberg) — Dude, that hawk is swooping right at my head. Flared feathers and enormous black talons, dropping fast. Beak open, he snatches a strip of meat out of my gloved hand and then settles onto my wrist, regarding me with sharp eyes.
I’m taking a falconry lesson, the age-old art of hunting game with birds of prey. It’s a compelling way to while away an afternoon in the natural splendor of southwest Vermont, especially as leaf-peeping season approaches.
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MEN’S JOURNAL
Not all cities are created equal. Not even close. These five GLOBAL CAPITALS OF ADVENTURE combine emerging food and music scenes, fun-loving locals, and the kind of terrain that turns your world into a playground.RIO DE JANEIRO,
I’m chasing away last night’s caipirinha fumes, running up a steep, twisting road that sparkles in the morning sun. My target, Corcovado, the rain forest covered mountain smack-dab in the middle of Rio de Janeiro, topped by the Christ statue. Racing up the crest, I can hear my reward, a silver waterfall that spools down the mountain. I reach it, breathless. Two women are already bathing there, wearing the tiniest of bikinis, workout clothes flung on the side of the trail.
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CONDE NAST TRAVELER
A rugged Wyoming dude ranch tests citified Jason Harper against his homesteading heritage
The riders are kicking up plumes of dust in the distance, silhouettes backlit against the expanse of bald plain and comb-over scrub brush. Hooves make small explosions in the dry dirt as the wranglers blitzkrieg after runaway cows. The sound of mothers bleating for calves floats back to us on a light, cold breeze. I’m atop my own horse, impatience blooming. Our group-a collection of expectant faces topped with mint-new cowboy hats-has been stuck with guard duty, eight newbies forming an equine barricade around a dozen cows and calves. One calf is doing a slow circle around its sad-eyed mother, going nowhere. This is killing me. I’m not built for patience, and neither is Apache, my not so imaginatively named paint horse. His ears are antennaed to where the action is. (more…)
