Adam Karlin

Adam Karlin - Travel Writer
Adam Karlin - Travel Writer
This is going to sound horribly cliched, but I have always had a thing for travel, getting out of the door, walking to new places, etc. I've been very lucky that I've had the opportunity to turn this love, plus a love of words, into a career. I won't go down every travel moment of my life, but one flash seems particularly worth mentioning. I was in South Africa, on a university study abroad, discussing a novel with a professor who would go on to become a cherished friend of mine, the same professor who had set up the study abroad program. During our discussion I realized I had learned more in three months in South Africa than three years of university. I thought, "I want to dot his for the rest of my life." It's been a series of trial and error ever since—I worked at no less than five newspapers in three years, covering everything from local politics to murder trials to U.S. Supreme Court Cases to the Sri Lankan civil war. That last story cracked the door open a little, got some publishers noticing, and I passed Lonely Planet's writing test. Since then I have earned a master's and worked on some LP titles, and if I can use that, plus other freelance work, to see the world and write about it, I'll be a happy man. I am originally from the tidewater region of Maryland.

Articles by adamkarlin

  • India
    Lost cities are pretty passé. Because, like, they're never really lost anymore, are they? You can take all the hikes you want in Guatemala, or Thailand, or Tibet, but you're not likely to stumble across some jungle-cloaked relic of days of yore.
  • Indonesia
    Bali's history and culture are like an onion, and peeling through her many layers — of history, geography and culture — is a good way to turn a tropical jaunt into a rewarding exploration of the unique character of this island.
  • Indonesia
    In my flawless Bahasa Indonesian, I asked the passenger sitting next to me on the Madura-bound bus: "Sir, do you know of where the place it is that the cow — sorry, cows — are made to run fast?"

    Indonesians, in general, don't raise their eyebrows. That sort of gesture, I've noticed after years of traveling, is distinctly Western.


    But this guy was fighting the urge.

    "Kerapan Sapi?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in spirit, if not fact.

  • Indonesia
    If there's one traveling habit I have never been able to break, and would love to break over all the others, it's this one: those times when you start losing your cool because you just got jilted for the equivalent of a few dollars.

    Because you're rarely pissed off about the amount of money lost. A buck here, 50 cents there; it can add up, but at the end of the day it's rarely a whole lot. No, no; as with gifts, it's the thought that counts. Why? you wonder. Why can't I be treated as fair as the next guy? Is there any respect for customers here?
  • Laos
    If there's a Holy Grail of the travel world, it's the untouched village. Travelers have fetishsized this concept — a distant, isolated town where foreigners are unknown — for ages. The only sure requirement is seclusion: you have to be able to say, "I was the first Westerner they ever saw."
  • Vietnam
    I have had wild nights end in many ways.  One of the best involved me, in Hoi An, Vietnam, crawling in the dust towards a hostel, with a foot the size of a cantaloupe and a bewildered old man standing over me in the deepening pink morning.

    Like any good night, this one began early, around dusk. And dusk is when Hoi An seduces like no other time. During the hot day the town is appealing, and at night it can be wildly attractive, but in the burning half-light of a sunset over the Perfume river, Hoi An is like a model under the lens of an expert photographer.