Perhaps one of life’s greatest pleasures, other than long, extended journeys through distant and mysterious places (and poetry, and Miles Davis, and cambozola cheese), is the weekend trip. Put me in a car, or a boat, or a high-speed train, with one packed duffel and an extra pair of shoes. Give me a cabin on an island off the coast of Canada or a couch in a city in Asia. Give me a map. Give me a couple insider tips and a loose list of ideas. Give me 48 hours. Give me a partner in crime.