Just when I thought I’d seen something of the world, along comes a book about 45 remarkable places…  and I’ve been to exactly one of them.     Chris Fitch, a senior staff writer at the Royal Geographical Society’s Geographical magazine, has assembled an impressive collection of little known spots from all seven continents, divided into sections of Extreme Environments, Untouched Lands, Human Activity, Weird Worlds, Isolated Realms and Nature’s Wilderness.    Illustrated with clear maps and black and white photography, it is an atlas of destinations so remote, rugged and bizarre that many chapters could be describing locations on alien planets.
 
A mysterious lake appears out of nowhere in the Tunisian desert.   Off the coast of Croatia, a steep rocky island consisting almost entirely of volcanic magnetite sends navigational equipment haywire, and more than few sailors to their doom.  In China, the world’s largest tidal bore draws thousands of people each year to watch a wall of water racing up the Qiantang estuary.   On North Sentinel Island in the Andaman Islands, an uncontacted tribe of hostile islanders continue to shower arrows (and occasionally death) on anyone who approaches their shores.   The world’s largest cave system in Georgia, an accidental coal fire that burns beneath a town in Pennsylvania,  the -93°C extremes of Dome Argus Antarctica, a hidden valley of impenetrable rainforest in Borneo – most of the short chapters had me reaching for Wikipedia and falling down an online rabbit hole.  Google Mount Mabu Rainforest  in Mozambique, Mexico’s Cave of Crystals, or Colorado’s Rocky Mountain Arsenal Refuge, and try not to annoy your friends by dropping the tremendous trivia of your discoveries. 
 
This is the kind of book that inspires lunatics like me to actually run off and find these places.  Sure, it could all be researched online (along with similar books like Atlas Obscura), but it does take a twisted genius to assemble these untamed places into something cohesive, and talent to write concise chapters that explain just enough to make you scratch your head,  say “Whoa!” and desire to know more.  As for the one place in the book I’ve actually visited?   Chernobyl’s Zone of Alienation, a chapter in my own book, The Great Global Bucket List.   Books like these, which belong on the coffee table of the more eclectic traveller, forever ensuring that your bucket list continues to grow.  
 
Atlas of Untamed Places
By Chris Fitch
​with maps by Martin Brown
Published by Aurum Press
US$29.99  / $38.99 CAN
ISBN: 9781781316771
Buy it on Amazon. 

​A local tells me, “there is Moscow, and there is the rest of Russia,” and just a few steps off a slow, four-day train from Siberia, I can see why.   The full glory of Mother Russia is on display – grand architecture engraved with hammers and sickles designed to awe the individual with the power of the state.  Communism might have collapsed, but the fossils of its power are impressive.   Meanwhile, the backwardness of rural Siberia undeniably gives way to a modern European capital of hip fashion and dazzling culture.
 
With only a few days to explore Moscow, I couldn’t wait three hours in a line-up to see Lenin’s stuffed corpse in Red Square.  So I did as the locals do, bribed someone who bribed someone else, strolled to the front of the line, winked at the guard, and walked in.   Red Square got its name from old red bricks that once lay there, and holds most of Moscow’s best landmarks.  St Basil’s Cathedral looks like giant ice cream sundaes striped with raspberry and blueberry swirls, while the 500-year old Kremlin fort has gigantic brick walls that belie their age.  As Russia feverishly embraces a free-market economy, the fact that thousands of tourists line up to see Lenin is somewhat embarrassing to the new government, not to mention the communist paraphernalia available in every street market.  When Stalin fell out of favour, his stuffed body was removed from Lenin’s side in the mausoleum and buried outside the walls of the Kremlin.  Lenin might join him in the future, but for now, the founder of communism lies peacefully, glowing like uranium in a dark room.
 
Over coffee, I meet some young Russians who tell me President Putin is immensely popular, and that Muscovites truly see themselves apart from the rest of the country.  Growing up with cold war movies, the overall atmosphere here was neither as controlled nor suspicious as I’d imagined it to be. But how could I not get a buzz exploring the ballroom metros of Moscow, pretending I was a secret agent making a drop-off beneath the opulent chandeliers?  Built in the 1930’s, each metro stop seemed grander than the next, with huge statues, mosaics, and tall, hand-carved ceilings.  Tourists follow guides from one train to the next, while locals look on with stares of classic Russian grimness.  The metro’s long escalators seem like they descend all the way to hell itself, and trains pull off with a savage abruptness - the epitome of brutal Russian efficiency.   It’s easy to spot tourists because they’re constantly thrown around by the sudden stops and starts of the train, desperately clutching the limbs of unimpressed locals to steady themselves.
 
I head off to the Moscow State Circus, because tickets are cheap and it’s where Cirque du Soleil finds many of its star performers.  The acrobatics were jaw dropping, and a gorgeous contortionist twisted every man’s imagination into knots.   After checking out a sensational open-air travel photo exhibition (outdoor art decorates the city), and lining up to see the Kremlin (lining up in Russia appears to be a way of life), I boarded a night train for the jewel in Russia’s crown, St Petersburg.

Combine the striking churches of Prague with the beautiful buildings that sit alongside the Danube in Budapest, add the canals of Amsterdam with the colour of Copenhagen, and welcome to St Petersburg, truly one of the world’s most beautiful cities.   Amongst Bohemian bars and decadent restaurants, I ponder that pristine St Pete’s was the scene of Word War Two’s most horrific siege.  The 900-day Nazi blockade of Leningrad (as it was known) killed over a million people in the city.   How so many magnificent cathedrals and palaces survived is a miracle, more so as post-war communists turned many of these magnificent structures into warehouses.  After cleaning up for the G8 summit in 2006, the city today looks the best it has in its turbulent history.  The main strip of Nevsky Prospekt bustles, the old town’s canals sparkle alongside bright painted buildings, and the morbidly named Church of Spilled Blood poses for pictures like a supermodel.  The Hermitage, arguably the Louvre’s only rival, houses 3 million pieces of art, or six years of your life if stared at every piece for three seconds. I often judge a city by the amount of time I can walk around before getting bored. Discovering one amazing sight after another, I walked St Petersburg until I got blisters. ​