Favourite Countries - Trevor Warman
Updated July 2025
I do not like the term, top countries to visit or best countries to visit. I cringe at these types of articles found on CNN (Best Places to Visit) and Forbes (Bucket List Travel: The Top 20 Places In The World). They are just clickbait.
Everything is personal. What could be deemed nice for one person is not necessarily nice for the next person. The criteria could be endless:
So I have compiled a list of three of my favourite countries out of the 130 I have visited.
Everything is personal. What could be deemed nice for one person is not necessarily nice for the next person. The criteria could be endless:
- Best Countries for Influencers
- Best Countries for Digital Nomads
- Best Hotels for Penny-Pinching Backpackers
So I have compiled a list of three of my favourite countries out of the 130 I have visited.
It's quite hard to narrow it down to just three. A top ten would indeed be much simpler but i'd have to list them 'in no particular order'.
And as I keep travelling, countries continually fight for position. Sometimes on returning to a country after many years away, I am left with a 'OMG, what have they done' feeling and the country gets pushed down a few notches.
I am just back from Kurdistan. And it muscled it's way quite easily into my top ten. It would be very hard for a new country to work its way into the top three though.
And as I keep travelling, countries continually fight for position. Sometimes on returning to a country after many years away, I am left with a 'OMG, what have they done' feeling and the country gets pushed down a few notches.
I am just back from Kurdistan. And it muscled it's way quite easily into my top ten. It would be very hard for a new country to work its way into the top three though.
My choice of top three favourite countries are as follows:
1. Syria
I travelled to Syria in October 2010, about 5 months before the whole place went to shit. I crossed the border from Turkey at Akçakale near Sanliurfa.
As I passed through Turkish immigration, I was asked about my visa for Syria:
"I don't need. I can get on arrival"
"What will you do if they refuse you?"
"I'll just return to Turkey"
He wished me luck and I walked the short distance to the Syrian immigration.
An immigration official greeted me as I approached and asked to see my visa. I had rehearsed this a thousand times in my head.
"I don't have but I can get here as I have not been living in my home country for a long time", which was technically true.
I had been working in Switzerland, albeit seasonal, for the last 9 years and citizens of countries who do not have a Syrian representative can get on arrival like Switzerland. I had also at that point been on the road for 4 months and any visa obtained in England would have expired. I also knew that if you arrived at a land border, they would issue you one too.
"Where are you from?"
"Great Britain"
He picked up his phone, chatted for a few minutes and then:
"Where you from again?"
"Great Britain"
He continued to speak with the guys inside.
"That's England yes?"
"Yes".
I had refrained from saying England as all the shit associated with Bush and Blair was still very fresh in their minds. The English were not always so popular, and like who the hell knew where Great Britain was?
He put down the phone and held out his dinner plate size hand, "Welcome to Syria, my friend. Just go to that building over there and get your visa".
I stood before the window and was again where I was from. "England but I have not been living there for some years now and I was told I can...."
"Yes, it's OK. We just need to look at how much the visa is for you guys"
All very easy.
I exited the immigration area and a traffic cop asked me where I was headed. I told him I need a bus to Aleppo. He stopped a car and told the driver to take me to the bus station. I was like, 'is this for real?'
The driver drove me just as he was asked, to the bus station.
It was getting late in the day and it seemed there were limited transport options to Aleppo. There was a bit of a heated debate amongst all the drivers. And one came to tell me, "Don't worry. We are just deciding the best option for you. There are no direct buses but first you will take one to Raqqa".
So I arrived in Raqqa. The guy next to me took me under his wing. He informed me that I needed to cross town to another bus station for the Aleppo bus. "I will take you there". He stopped a cab and off we went. After some time, he makes a call and then says to me, "that's my father in the delivery truck". Yeah right, I was thinking.
We get out of the cab, he pays the cab fare and we get into his fathers truck and within minutes we arrived at the Aleppo bus station. Incredible kindness and such experiences kinda restore your faith in humanity.
My newfound friend locates the right bus, and then at a small kiosk buys some water and orange juice. "You must be thirsty. Here! Welcome to Syria". Words I would hear many times over the next 2 weeks.
As I passed through Turkish immigration, I was asked about my visa for Syria:
"I don't need. I can get on arrival"
"What will you do if they refuse you?"
"I'll just return to Turkey"
He wished me luck and I walked the short distance to the Syrian immigration.
An immigration official greeted me as I approached and asked to see my visa. I had rehearsed this a thousand times in my head.
"I don't have but I can get here as I have not been living in my home country for a long time", which was technically true.
I had been working in Switzerland, albeit seasonal, for the last 9 years and citizens of countries who do not have a Syrian representative can get on arrival like Switzerland. I had also at that point been on the road for 4 months and any visa obtained in England would have expired. I also knew that if you arrived at a land border, they would issue you one too.
"Where are you from?"
"Great Britain"
He picked up his phone, chatted for a few minutes and then:
"Where you from again?"
"Great Britain"
He continued to speak with the guys inside.
"That's England yes?"
"Yes".
I had refrained from saying England as all the shit associated with Bush and Blair was still very fresh in their minds. The English were not always so popular, and like who the hell knew where Great Britain was?
He put down the phone and held out his dinner plate size hand, "Welcome to Syria, my friend. Just go to that building over there and get your visa".
I stood before the window and was again where I was from. "England but I have not been living there for some years now and I was told I can...."
"Yes, it's OK. We just need to look at how much the visa is for you guys"
All very easy.
I exited the immigration area and a traffic cop asked me where I was headed. I told him I need a bus to Aleppo. He stopped a car and told the driver to take me to the bus station. I was like, 'is this for real?'
The driver drove me just as he was asked, to the bus station.
It was getting late in the day and it seemed there were limited transport options to Aleppo. There was a bit of a heated debate amongst all the drivers. And one came to tell me, "Don't worry. We are just deciding the best option for you. There are no direct buses but first you will take one to Raqqa".
So I arrived in Raqqa. The guy next to me took me under his wing. He informed me that I needed to cross town to another bus station for the Aleppo bus. "I will take you there". He stopped a cab and off we went. After some time, he makes a call and then says to me, "that's my father in the delivery truck". Yeah right, I was thinking.
We get out of the cab, he pays the cab fare and we get into his fathers truck and within minutes we arrived at the Aleppo bus station. Incredible kindness and such experiences kinda restore your faith in humanity.
My newfound friend locates the right bus, and then at a small kiosk buys some water and orange juice. "You must be thirsty. Here! Welcome to Syria". Words I would hear many times over the next 2 weeks.
2. Pakistan
After 10 weeks or so in China and Hong Kong, eating far too many meals of noodles and having lots of frustrating moments due to the language barrier, Pakistan was a delight.
I crossed from China, over the Kunjerab Pass on the Karakoram Highway and secured possibly the last Visa On Arrival for Pakistan at Sost.
In Pakistan, English is widely spoken and they eat rice and dahl with chapatti all washed down with milky tea, seemingly for every meal. Yummy.
For 2 weeks I backpacked the northern reaches of Pakistan. I travelled to Pasu, down the Hunza River on a cargo boat to Karimabad and on to Gilgit before taking a night bus to Rawalpindi.
Amazing landscapes at every turn. The highest peaks ever. Raw adventure.
I crossed from China, over the Kunjerab Pass on the Karakoram Highway and secured possibly the last Visa On Arrival for Pakistan at Sost.
In Pakistan, English is widely spoken and they eat rice and dahl with chapatti all washed down with milky tea, seemingly for every meal. Yummy.
For 2 weeks I backpacked the northern reaches of Pakistan. I travelled to Pasu, down the Hunza River on a cargo boat to Karimabad and on to Gilgit before taking a night bus to Rawalpindi.
Amazing landscapes at every turn. The highest peaks ever. Raw adventure.
3. Sudan
My travels to Sudan are from 2015 as part of my epic Cairo to Cape Town overland journey.
I took the 2-day boat from Aswan (Egypt) to Wadi Halfa down Lake Nassar. After the hassles of Egypt, Sudan was amazing. Egypt is too popular and us tourists receive far too much unwanted attention, so much so that it is damn right annoying.
Sudan is a different kettle of fish. You are welcomed and you are given space. The Sudanese are curious and delighted to see you visit their country.
People I have met always assumed Sudan was dangerous. Yes there have been many problems in the past and the Dafur region bordering Chad is pretty much a no-go-zone but the rest, as of December 2015 was incredible.
In Dongla I was taken across town in the hunt for the elusive office where I could get my travel permit.
Again in Dongla, I needed internet. I was travelling with a Samsung Tablet at that time. I happened upon a computer repair shop and asked if they had Wi-Fi I could connect to.
"I only need it for like 10 minutes"
"Take as long as you like. Would you like some tea?"
When I asked how much I needed to pay, "You are a visitor here. We charge locals but for you it's free"
I rode the bus to Khartoum. Every time we stopped I was given coffee and when I tried to pay they were having none of it. At the lunch stop, a young man who had set next to me told me to tuck into the fish and rice meal and he just wouldn't have it when I wanted to pay.
It's not about the money. It's just that you are not seen as just a walking ATM. They are happy to see you and you are their guest. Incredible.
In Khartoum I witnessed a spectacular show, "The Whirling Dervishes", visited the "Meroe Pyramids", Port Suakin, ancient port city on the Red Sea Coast and the "Khatmiyya Mosque" at Kassala
I took the 2-day boat from Aswan (Egypt) to Wadi Halfa down Lake Nassar. After the hassles of Egypt, Sudan was amazing. Egypt is too popular and us tourists receive far too much unwanted attention, so much so that it is damn right annoying.
Sudan is a different kettle of fish. You are welcomed and you are given space. The Sudanese are curious and delighted to see you visit their country.
People I have met always assumed Sudan was dangerous. Yes there have been many problems in the past and the Dafur region bordering Chad is pretty much a no-go-zone but the rest, as of December 2015 was incredible.
In Dongla I was taken across town in the hunt for the elusive office where I could get my travel permit.
Again in Dongla, I needed internet. I was travelling with a Samsung Tablet at that time. I happened upon a computer repair shop and asked if they had Wi-Fi I could connect to.
"I only need it for like 10 minutes"
"Take as long as you like. Would you like some tea?"
When I asked how much I needed to pay, "You are a visitor here. We charge locals but for you it's free"
I rode the bus to Khartoum. Every time we stopped I was given coffee and when I tried to pay they were having none of it. At the lunch stop, a young man who had set next to me told me to tuck into the fish and rice meal and he just wouldn't have it when I wanted to pay.
It's not about the money. It's just that you are not seen as just a walking ATM. They are happy to see you and you are their guest. Incredible.
In Khartoum I witnessed a spectacular show, "The Whirling Dervishes", visited the "Meroe Pyramids", Port Suakin, ancient port city on the Red Sea Coast and the "Khatmiyya Mosque" at Kassala
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