USA

The United States is a continental hallucination. It is a place you have seen in a thousand movies before you ever step off the plane, yet the scale still manages to humble you. This is the land of the Great American Road Trip—a vast network of asphalt cutting through red rock canyons, humid cypress swamps, and cornfields that stretch to the horizon. It is a country of extreme volume: the deafening roar of a NASCAR race, the silence of a Redwood forest, and the neon hum of Las Vegas. Travel here is about movement. It’s diners pouring endless weak coffee, gas station snacks, and the feeling of absolute freedom on an open highway.