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...outsiders and word of its treasures spreads, so too does the interest in the books from outside collectors. In some ways, saving these old manuscripts could imperil them further. In decades past only the hardy visited Timbuktu; the journey required days of travel up the malaria-infested Niger River. Today, dozens of tourists arrive several times a week on small commercial planes from Bamako, the capital of the former French colony. Timbuktu has become a favorite jumping-off point to explore the world's biggest desert. As the modern world rushes in, attitudes among Timbuktu's youth - the generation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Lost Treasures of Timbuktu | 7/30/2009 | See Source »

First-time visitors to this hamlet on the Nam Song River can be forgiven for feeling a little lost. With shirtless young backpackers drinking beer and suntanning, it looks more like an Ibizan beach town than a Laotian village. But no, you didn't take a wrong turn at the Thai border. This is Vang Vieng - a farm town turned full-moon party, smack in the middle of a communist state. Once a resting place for opium-addled sojourners on sweet, slow tours of the East, Vang Vieng is now a haven of a different sort. It has become...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Next Time You're in ... Laos | 7/29/2009 | See Source »

...Read "Cruise in Style along Laos' Mekong River...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Dose of the Delta Blues | 7/27/2009 | See Source »

Theo Chesley Noses his six-seat turboprop into a drizzly wind and levels off, soaring above the rich, silty veins of the Nushagak River in southwestern Alaska. The Nushagak is a salmon highway. To the west, its waters flow into Bristol Bay, home of the richest commercial-fishing grounds left in the U.S. About 40% of the wild seafood caught in the U.S. is fished right here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Postcard from Bristol Bay | 7/27/2009 | See Source »

FOXBOROUGH, Mass. — On a recent Friday night, I saw Harvard Yard in a way I hadn’t seen it since my freshman year. There were no harried, sleep-deprived students hustling to class; no stumbling revelers on their way to the River, braving the New England winter in hopes of forgetting a week’s worth of stress. There were only dimly-lit walkways surrounded by trees and history, a picturesque tableau that someone with an engaging and fulfilling college career ahead of them would find easy to imagine...

Author: By Loren Amor | Title: Throwback | 7/27/2009 | See Source »

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