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There is a particular kind of traveller who does not flee the cold. Who books flights toward January darkness rather than away from it....

We have all seen the postcard: the stark white caldera of Santorini against a blinding blue sea, or the neon-lit, yacht-packed waterfront of Mykonos....

There is a specific kind of happiness that belongs exclusively to the open road. It arrives somewhere between leaving the city behind and the...