Frank Hosek

1 week ago | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

“Remove yourself from the path!” That statement whipped across the sidewalk leading to the plaza with all the forceful impact that a Drill Sergeant could muster. And it was directed at me!As we had exited the tram-bus, the driver had announced that the military guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was changing any moment.

2 weeks ago | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

We were headed down east. Heading “down east,” as it’s known in Maine’s local dialect, means heading in a northeasterly fashion into the heart of Maine. Our final destination was to be Bar Harbor, but before we arrived there, we wanted to see Maine’s breathtaking coastline. The best way was to follow Route 1. Traveling Route 1 along Maine’s coast is arguably the East Coast’s most scenic drive. The layers of pictorial texture dictate a slower pace and deserve it.

2 months ago | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

I stood as close to Champlain Mountain’s granite cliffside in Acadia National Park as I could bodily squeeze myself. My left hand grasped the ancient iron rung embedded in its stony flank while my toes tried to grip the narrow trail through the soles of my shoes. Meanwhile, I fumbled for my camera with my right hand. While trying to take a picture one-handed without losing my handhold or the camera, I noticed the iron rungs at my feet, defining the very edge of the bluff.

2 months ago | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

The low-pitched basso notes echoed across the infinity pool, startling the somnolent guests from their torpor and into half-hearted action. Dressed in colorful guayabera shirts and sombreros, four gentlemen stood atop the second-floor balcony, enthusiastically blowing into their conch shells. The rich, strong sound noting the end of the warm, sun-kissed hours, their trumpeting announced the beginnings of another striking sunset as it began its slow descent into the blue Pacific.

Feb 21, 2025 | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

“Are You Alright?”Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure how to answer the inquiry, tinged with more than a little concern from my wife. I was deep into Starved Rock State Park’s French Canyon while she stood at the end of the trail further downstream. Typically, in the warmer months, once the fenced trail ends, the hiker, albeit awkwardly, can straddle the stream, inching your way through the vertical canyon walls which rise steeply on either side.