By Rupert Parker

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As hiking correspondent for The Travel Magazine, I was lucky enough to do a number of expeditions on foot including walking the Portuguese Coast, the Dolomites and the Swiss Alps. The one that’s most memorable, however, is trekking to the Ciudad Perdita, or Lost City, in Colombia through the jungles of the Sierra Nevada.

It’s not the most spectacular or the most gruelling but what makes it stand out is that there’s no other way to get there, apart from the helicopter. Access is limited to small groups and it necessary to take an indigenous Kogi guide, as the site is sacred to the indigenous people. There’s no alcohol allowed and you sleep in basic bunks under mosquito nets.

It’s a four-day trek, there and back, and although the distance covered is only around 52km, it’s hot and humid so tough going. I was with people a third my age so, of course, I was the one at the back. They didn’t quite believe I could do it but I was pleased to prove them wrong. I got a round of applause as I finished climbing the 1200 moss-covered steps and reached the Lost City, shrouded in mist.

A couple of soldiers waving automatic weapons guarded the entrance – tourists were kidnapped here by guerrillas in 2003. Inside a series of concentric circles, the foundations of wooden huts, lie on wide terraces like manicured lawns, connected by winding pathways. Spread over an area of about 30 hectares, 250 terraces have been discovered so far and around 4000 people are believed to have lived here at its peak.

The early morning mist lifted, allowing the sunlight to pierce the deep green canopy and the only sounds came from the birds and a nearby waterfall. Suddenly two shots rang out, throwing everyone into a panic. Fortunately, it was only the locals on a hunting expedition but it added to a magical experience.

January Skiing in Morzine
By Daniel Elkin

Morzine c Daniel Elkan
In January, I travelled by train with friends from London to Morzine, in the Portes du Soleil area of the French Alps. As a ski writer, I’ve visited plenty of resorts, but Morzine remains a favourite for three reasons. Firstly, the town is beautiful, with wood and stone chalet-style buildings — and it is buzzing. There’s always plenty going on. From the moment you finish on the slopes, friendly bars like Tremplin welcome you into a ski-booted bopping bonhomie.

Second, the town has plenty of catered-chalet accommodation, with some wonderful independent operators like Alikats, Skiology and Treeline Chalets, to name but three. Staying in these old farmhouse buildings, roaring fire inside and bubbling hot tub outside, is such a great way to experience the Alps. People say a catered chalet is the closest thing to a ‘home from home’. I only wish my home was more like those chalets…

The third thing is the Portes du Soleil ski area itself — a vast 600km powdery playground. There are so many piste options, so much variety of terrain, that every morning you have a tantalising array of choices: head over to Avoriaz; lose yourself on long runs in Morgins; tackle the descents at Les Crozets; or scoot over to the blissfully quiet slopes of Mont Chery. The slopes are peppered with excellent Savoyarde mountain restaurants too., such as Grande Ourse on Mont Chery, the cosy Vaffieu and the friendly, traditional Chez Nannon. Morzine really is a resort where you can take a big group of varying ability and know that everyone is going to be delighted.

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I’m really not a creature of habit, but I’m going back to Morzine this January. I just can’t help it.

Experiencing life like a Zamindar in West Bengal
By Joe Worthington

The Rajbari Bawali
For me, 2019 has been a whirlwind and I have experienced a number of once in a lifetime hotels and destinations that would only be available to travel journalists. The stand-out experience that will stay with me throughout the rest of my life, however, is my time staying at The Rajbari Bawali, a 30-minute drive from Kolkata in West Bengal.

When I arrived at the entrance to the grand restored 300-year old palace after 12 hours of overnight travel and a slightly hair-raising taxi ride from the airport, it was a surprise to hear the bellowing noise of conch shells being blown to welcome me. The spotlights shining on the grand stone columns in the interior courtyard revealed the luxury of the hotel. In my room, a heavy four-poster bed and colonial-era furnishings, hessian sacks for blinds, and a precarious shower made for a unique experience.

There are few places in the world where you are treated to Indian meals cooked by a chef who has worked at some of the most luxurious 5-star hotels in India and a death-defying ride through the Bengali countryside in a Second World War jeep in the same day. Sailing on a wooden boat at sunset with tasty crudités on the Hooghly River as overcrowded commuter boats chugged past was also a surreal experience.

Back at the Rajbari, breakfast was served on a table in the swimming pool, geese and peacocks squawked all day from sunrise, and local baul singers and dancers entertained guests at night.

When I first heard that I would be spending a few nights in the Bengali countryside, I didn’t really know what to expect. What I experienced was a hark back to a time when the landed gentry savoured luxury in their palace, venturing out on adventures and savouring tasty local food.

São Nicolau Cape Verde
By Portia Jones

Cape Verde
It’s the tranquil mountain vista view that makes the arduous trek through the Monte Gordo national park worth every laboured step.

I spent time exploring the wild, mountainous trails of São Nicolau, one of the more unspoiled Cape Verde islands. I was attending the island’s annual trekking festival, which is an innovative tourism project designed to promote the São Nicolau’s potential for trekking development.

The trekking trails across São Nicolau are maintained by passionate volunteers. They create routes and signage that connect pine forests, rural villages, rich biodiversity hotspots and picturesque coastal paths.

Walking the varying trails, I was struck by the wildness and remoteness of the national park. The stillness is occasionally broken by a donkey bell or the sound of local children laughing, making their way to school down the twisting paths.

Hiking around São Nicolau requires a sense of adventure and an affinity for remote trekking. The comprehensive trails feature changing elevation, dramatic cliff drop paths, shifting ground and a small degree of mild peril, as you scramble up loose rock. These are challenging trails that should not be attempted without a professional guide. It is so easy to put a foot wrong here and wander off into the wilderness.

During one of the more demanding routes, I managed to sprain my knee and had to hobble down the downward sloping paths of a dormant volcano. Luckily, I was able to be seen by the ‘local healer’ upon my return. He managed to fix me up enough [using burning cups I might add], to get me back out on the trails the next day.

Hiking in São Nicolau is the perfect place for outdoor lovers to experience trekking in an untouched destination.

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