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Somewhere on Highway 1 in California, just past Big Sur, I pulled over because the road simply demanded it. No plan to stop there. No marked viewpoint. Just an impulse and an empty shoulder and twenty minutes of standing at a cliff edge watching waves break three hundred feet below. That’s the thing about road…

Published on TravelOrbit.online | Last updated: June 2026The best meal of my life cost $1.50 and was served from a cart with no name, parked on a corner in Hanoi that I couldn’t find again if I tried. No menu, no English, no Yelp reviews. Just a plastic stool, a bowl of bún chả, and…