I travelled a lot this evening.
Visited the large Hadron collider being built by CERN to try and unlock further secrets of early cosmology / sub atomic physics. Tried to go up Nanga Parbhat - in winter - with a Polish climbing team (unsuccessful). Listened in on the raging debate in Iceland between those who support the damming of a high altitude lake in order to feed an aluminium plant with electricity, and those who want to preserve the Icelandic wilderness as it is. Joined a family of western Gorillas as they moved through the hot jungle. The silverback, his 4 wives and their children. Looked into how much animals think. The list just goes on and on.
All this travel, adventure, stimulation comes within the pages of that wonderful yellow-bordered magazine: National Geographic.
We grew up with NG. Still have bound copies from the late 70s and 80s at Mum and Dad's place in Mussoorie. Over the last few years, our dear friends the Satows have been faithfully giving us subscriptions to this treasure. The tradition continues. The other day I found Enoch pouring over an article about aquatic dinosaurs (another NG tradition...).