Places mossenmoons Wants to Go

Henry Ford's failed rubber plantation in the middle of the Amazon rain forest.

The bookstore with bookshelves built into unlikely places.

An overlooked collection of over 350,000 artistic works created by psychiatric patients using art therapy.

The haunting peak of an old church is all that remains of a drowned Brazilian city.

The largest library in Latin America owes its existence to an Old World earthquake and a Napoleonic invasion.

A faux desert landscape in the middle of the jungle that sprouts oases during the rainy season.

This massive Brazilian church is built like an angular, technicolor pyramid left by Mayans from the future.

An abandoned stretch of elevated road in the middle of the Brazilian jungle.

These termites have an large and deadly abode—impressive by day, dazzling by night.

Part of one of the largest flooded cavities on the planet, and littered with prehistoric animal bones.

You feel like you're in a forest, but you're actually walking amidst the branches and trunks of a single giant tree.

The crypts are so large they're basically their own underground church.

After millennia of erosion by sand and churning water this Brazilian valley now looks like a lunar fantasy.

A retiree's challenge to build an outdoor wonderland out of trash.

This mountainside open-air museum was built from the ashes left behind by a devastating fire.

An artist's statement of new uses for ordinary and discarded materials.

With its vast selection of books, comics, and records, this nearly 70-year-old open-air market always rewards the patient browser.

"Di amigo y entra" at this Argentinian Middle Earth-inspired pub.

A vast landscape of craters created by meteorites.

Crumbling crypts and overgrown graves rise just out of arm's reach in this forgotten Buenos Aires graveyard.

Conifers from the Jurassic Period transformed into stone in Patagonia.

A vibrant street away from the typical tourist track, lined with colorful, mosaic-covered houses.

An ancient forest of the Paleocene Age turned to stone.

With the Wild Bunch hunted almost to extinction and the law closing in on him, Butch Cassidy fled to this remote cabin in Argentina.