Only the ones worth booking.

Snowmobile out past the light pollution and wait for the sky to catch fire in green.

Ten seats, one chef, and whatever the morning's market decided you'd be eating.

An evening walk through the geisha district as the tea houses glow and doors slide shut.

Sail between two continents as the call to prayer rolls across the water at golden hour.

Skip the crowds for a night tour down onto the arena floor where the gladiators stood.

Follow a local from stall to stall — al pastor off the trompo, no menu, no wrong answers.

Dune-bash into the desert, then a quiet feast and a sky with nothing between you and it.

Lose yourself in the medina's spice and colour, then rise above it for dinner over the rooftops.

Cable up for the view that never gets old, then wind down into the vineyards for a tasting.

The birthplace of the bungy, plus jetboats and gondolas for when your heart rate recovers.

Beat the queue to the masterpieces, then drift the river as the city switches its lights on.

Weave the old klongs by longtail boat, then graze your way through the night markets.