Bear sausage and wild boar steaks are just a few of the menu items
on the game trail in Kvarner, Croatia..
Belize is dealing with lionfish, an invasive species, by eating them.
I had to join in.
One of the things I found most surprising about Martinique was the island's thriving
street art scene.
In my latest piece over at On A Junket, I explain how an icy two-step is part of
Love, Death, and Protein in Panama.
Drunk rodents, anti-burek partisans, and snail sausages are all part of
Istria’s Edible Empires, my latest piece over at Unmapped Magazine.
I'm stoked that my piece on the demise of Panama City's hand-painted buses won first place in Transitions Abroad's 2014 narrative contest.
Here is car-centric Houston's take on street food: let's call it "park food."
I'm happy to announce that my travel writing has won two golds and two bronzes in the 2014 Travelers' Tales Solas Awards! Here is the list of all winners.
My appetite for frogs' legs scored me a bronze medal in the 2013 NATJA travel journalism awards!
Here is the complete list of winners.
Subway riders: have you sampled someone else's reading material lately? Here are a few reflections on the
public words on public transit..
Bring your appetite. Bring gifts for the king of the Naso tribe.
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Join Darrin DuFord as he hikes, bribes, and barters his way across Panama, a perennially overlooked filament of the tropics where DuFord encounters a startling richness of cultures between the nation's two coastlines. Sitting down with everyone from scientists to town barflies, DuFord samples such local delicacies as fermented corn homebrew and slow-barbecued jungle rodent while, at every turn, taking the more vernacular--and much more enriching--options of transportation.
Whether jostling in the back of a pickup truck serving as the local bus or uncovering how the country is tackling its ecological quandaries, DuFord opens a window into the little-known day to day struggles and pleasures of the Panamanian people. Is There a Hole in the Boat? reveals a Panama that is not simply a place to watch bloated cruise ships edge along the walls of the Canal. It's a land where the machete can slash through just about anything--except the nation's spirit.