The first stop on the trip from Glasgow, a gothic city of mumbled obscenities and indie rock, lies 25 miles from the necropolis overlooking the city center. Loch Lomand and The Trossach’s National Park, a series of gracefull hills and dells, is so full of wildlife that drivers warn off skeins of pink-footed geese, Red Deer stags, and Highland Cattle -  a local breed that calls to mind an emo yak - with their 100mms. Pistolry isn’t advisable, but sometimes feels almost necessary given the density of animal life. The better course is to climb out and take The Bird of Prey Trail, above which Golden Eagles swoop and dive in intimidating fashion.

Jaguar is finally adding another letter to its sports car alphabet with the introduction of its lightweight, high-powered F-Type two-seater. It’s fast, sexy, and surprisingly sporty for a Jaguar. Was it worth the wait? Is there any possible way to follow the sports car that made Ferrari himself hitch up his pants? Yes and no. The F-Type is nothing like the E-Type. And comparing them is a fool’s errand, like comparing Cubist painting to Photoshop.

Water Jousting is both efficiently brutal and surprisingly refined. Teams row massive wooden boats toward each other. When they get close, jousters standing at the end of the vessels’ oversized bows try to knock each other into the water. At the stern of each bark, an oboist and a drummer in flat-brimmed straw hats play medieval ditties that help the 10 oarsmen on each team pull in unison. The musicians’ performance continues until a jouster is knocked from his perch and rowers in small boats dart into the canal to pull lances, shields, and the loser out of the drink.

“It doesn’t actually taste like much of anything,” Eric Young says of octopus heads, which he bites to kill the animals. “It kind of tastes like salt and rubber. It feels like a little macadamia nut. You bite down, they go white, and that’s that.”

Though often associated with the unworldly, travel trailers of the mid twentieth century were for cosmopolitan wanderers who wanted to see Earth in its entirety. During the 1950s, Wally Byam, the founder of Airstream, Inc, brought caravans of his silver trailers to astonishingly remote places.

In the early 1980s, scientists from the University of Baja California Sur showed up in Cabo Pulmo, a remote fishing village on the peninsula’s east side. The researchers lent locals dive masks, allowing them to see the thriving reefs just off shore for the very first time. The piscators – whose fathers took to the sea before them – decided to stop fishing and advocate for the protection of the ecosystem.

Doha, the capital of tiny Qatar, is a hub waiting to happen. The glistening Arabian Peninsula city, full of ritzy hotels, restaurants, and boutiques sits within eight hours’ flying time of over three-quarters of the world’s population. Right now it is primarily a business stopover, but skyscraper-filled Doha offers a chance at desert adventure for visitors willing to drive away from the steel, glass, and marble, and into the sands of the “Inland Sea,” where off-roading is referred to as “Dune Bashing.”

The best way to see the oldest inhabited city in the Americas is at dawn, on foot, with a camera in hand. Granada, Nicaragua has been painstakingly restored by a new generation of homeowners and the colorful colonial architecture glows when illuminated by sun, which blasts across Lake Cocibolca (“sweet sea” in Nahuatl) and splashes against cathedrals.