The Great Ugandan Gorilla Safari

I recently had the good fortune of traveling to a destination less frequented by international travelers. Once described by Sir Winston Churchill as the “Pearl of Africa,” Uganda is in my opinion one of Africa’s best kept secrets.  This is a country of spectacular mountains, lush rainforests, sparkling rivers and lakes, not to mention a multitude of ancient cultures. In addition to a host of mammal species including endemic species such as Uganda kob and the giant forest hog, Uganda is blessed with an abundance of primates ranging from the small black and white colobus monkey to the highly endangered mountain gorilla. With a little over 1000 mountain gorillas remaining in the wild, it was naturally a great privilege to be afforded the opportunity to trek into their domain and spend precious time at close quarters observing these magnificent creatures as they went about their daily lives, foraging for food and socially interacting with each other, all the while being quite oblivious to our presence. The Bwindi Impenetrable Forest stretches some 210 square miles across rugged mountainous terrain, and being


Memphis, for me, first and foremost emerges as neon signs either created in the 1950s or made to look so. Certain ones stand out as iconic: the Peabody Hotel spelled out in big red letters on its roof; Poplar Tunes with its arrow-head-tipped musical staff of notes; Leonard’s Pit Barbeque’s top-hatted, cane-twirling pig. But mostly all those twisted glass tubes of glowing light, with their colors balanced on a razor edge of cool and warm, emerge like a grand Dale Chihuly sculpture, redolent of Memphis’s heyist of heydays, when Elvis Presley was living and breathing and at any moment walking down Beale Street decked out in pink, cream, and black, his sleeves rolled up. Meanwhile, only blocks away Johnny Cash was moaning his halting way through a new record, Wanda Jackson was shimmying in her oh-so-tight fringed dress while nitroglycerin-growling her cute voice, Carl Perkins was hacking his way around a new run on his home-rigged electric guitar, or the brilliant and maybe deranged genius Jerry Lee Lewis was banging away on the piano after arguing religion with Sam Phillips in

The Top 5 Myths Of Luxury Travel

Most believe luxury travel is simply Cristal Champagne, 1000 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets and Gulfstream private jets. Luxury travel is exorbitant prices, contrived experiences, and only for the celebrities and billionaires of the world. Right?……well whilst this perfectly fits the definition of luxury travel for many people, it is also much more personal and varied than this. With almost 21 years of developing unforgettable Australian travel experiences, The Tailor has been a pioneer in the landscape of Australian luxury travel, and the travellers who walk this landscape are not to be stereotyped. MYTH 1 – LUXURY IS SIMPLY CRISP WHITE SHEETS IN AN UBER-LUX CITY HOTEL One of the biggest myths of luxury travel is how we actually define it. Luxury travel is no longer solely defined by expensive furnishings of a hotel room situated on the top floor of a city-based hotel. In reality, luxury travel is about enriching these refinements with meaningful experiences and personalised interactions. Increasingly we are seeing more and more luxury travellers who are as much, if not more motivated by the experiences of