Jill Worrall explores Trinidad's Unesco-listed old town.

The ghosts of Cuba's past still seem to linger in the sultry Caribbean air, writes Jill Worrall.

Havana's Hotel Nacional has played host to movie stars, gangsters and revolutionaries, writes Jill Worrall.

In Cuba, writes Jill Worrall, there's a soundtrack to almost everything you do.

If you're a football fanatic or travelling with one, top of the sightseeing list in Buenos Aires is La Boca.

The bald, short hotel receptionist in Buenos Aires was having a bad day, or if he wasn't he was certainly determined to make sure all his guests did.

It's a 5.30am wake-up call this morning and until we get up on deck there's no way to tell if we're going to be able to take the zodiacs and land on Horn Island, Cape Horn.

Rising at dawn is something I know more about in theory than in practice.

Jill Worrall finds some 19th century parallels with New Zealand history in South America's deep south.

It’s appropriate that a city whose wealth was partly due to a locally grown aphrodisiac should have its rises and falls.

Jill Worrall visits the carvings of Wadi Methkandoush, which have been incised into the rocky walls of a valley about 400km due south of Libya's capital Tripoli.

There are thought to be only about 11,000 black-necked cranes in the world.

Jill Worrall's first trip to the east of Bhutan was nearly also her last...

Even half an hour in Kolkata's Malik Ghat flower market is sufficient to overwhelm the senses, writes Jill Worrall.

The residents of Isfahan know how to make the most of an enchanted evening on the banks of the Zayandeh River.

Jill Worrall discovers a haven for royalty and an ingenious irrigation system in the desert city of Yazd.

Tell people you're visiting an Armenian church in Iran and chances are you'll get some doubtful looks.

Surf lifesaving was invented in Australia and Bondi and Bronte vie for the title of having the oldest lifesaving clubs in the country.

On a journey to find out more about her husband's ancestors, Jill Worrall is entranced by the vast Rookwood Necropolis.

Jill Worrall discovers a settlement that time forgot.

Jill Worrall explores the region that was home to the legendary bushman and prospector.

It's early summer in Samarkand and the mulberry trees are in full glossy leaf and laden with plump white mulberries.

Many of Tashkent's streets are built on an impressively generous scale - a legacy of the Soviet era.

Jill Worrall visits the DMZ and finds tensions heating up.

South Korea's capital is greener than I expected, the air cleaner. There's also rather more fried chicken than I expected.

Jill Worrall avoids the tourist throng by following an ancient Nabatean path to the Monastery at Petra.

Will it be useful to add to my CV, I wonder, the title of honorary Bedouin camel trekking manager?

The temples at Ayutthaya - one of UNESCO's world heritage sites - offer a treasured glimpse into Thailand's glorious past.

Up until now I have never managed to be in Bangkok when the Chatuchak Weekend Market is in full swing.

At Lumphini Park, the lungs of the city, the early morning tai-chi sessions are coming to a graceful conclusion...