The Atacama looks the way it does because nothing softens it. The light is sharp, the air is thin, and the geology has not been weathered into approachability. Lagoons appear chemical-blue against pale flats. Volcanoes rise without foothills. Roads cross terrain that, photographed, would not be believed.

Most international trips to Mexico land at a coast and stay there. The country's reputation rests overwhelmingly on its beaches — the Riviera Maya, the Pacific resorts, the bay sequence of Tulum, Cancún, and Playa del Carmen. None of these are wrong reasons to visit. But they account for a fraction of what the country is, and for travellers willing to look slightly inland, the most rewarding Mexico tends to live in its cities.

Three nights, no further afield. That was the question Tirana was being asked: how does Albania's capital hold up as a city break, on a single bank holiday weekend, before the Riviera or the mountains enter the equation?

Egypt is not a destination that reveals itself gently. For many travellers, it sits firmly on the bucket list — a place defined by monumental history, iconic imagery, and a level of cultural weight few countries can rival.

Certain hotels feel inseparable from their city. Shangri-La Kowloon belongs firmly to this category — a property defined as much by its vantage point over Victoria Harbour as by its longstanding identity as one of Hong Kong’s classic luxury hotels.

Chile asks travellers to make peace with distance.

The country runs more than four thousand kilometres from the Atacama in the north to the southern reaches of Patagonia, and the gap between its landscapes is not only geographic but tonal.

Cruising occupies a strangely fixed place in the travel imagination. For some, the format is associated with regimented schedules and large ships engineered for mass-market efficiency. For others, the cliché is demographic — a holiday designed primarily for retirees.

The first thing a guest registers at Four Seasons Langkawi is what is missing. There is no entrance arrival flourish — no scripted greeting, no orchestrated arrival sequence designed to register as luxury. The driveway is restrained. Reception is open to the air. The first sound, after the door of the airport vehicle closes, is the property itself: birds, breeze through the foliage, the distant push of waves against a beach not yet visible.