VICE Japan traveled to Malica, where 4,600 Japanese soldiers and 3,200 American soldiers were killed on the battlefield, and where local "bone hunters" are still searching for the soldiers' remains.
Through the evening and into the night, the Stratford Center houses a community of skaters, dancers, and body-poppers who move liberated from stereo to stereo. It's like being in an 80s version of the future.
On a Saturday evening in East Rutherford, I watched a crowd of Brady fans lose their goddamn minds in front of their idols.
A former US Army sergeant looks back on a lost weekend in 2003 involving a generous Marine major, a belly dancer, and a lot of Jack and Cokes.
The Manor isn't just a place where women get naked, it also sponsors transitional housing for the down and out, and seven months ago began holding church services.
A vacant 525-bed Oregon prison is being used to showcase America's obsession with mass incarceration.
Over the last 15-odd years, the Gibraltar government's bet on attracting online gambling companies with low tax rates and other incentives has paid off spectacularly.
The family-run nonprofit houses all sorts of formerly famous nonhuman animals, but it's been accused by the Department of Agriculture for not providing its creatures with safe or sanitary living conditions.
I talked with Dr. Daniel Wescott, director of the Texas State Forensic Anthropology Center, about how bodies decompose in the wild and what our bones say about us.
Earlier this year, Cinnabon and Pizza Hut opened up in Erbil, in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq. Now there's a Hardee's there too. We tried it out.
For the past two years, Montreal's streets have been patrolled by a short, slim, vegan, queer radical feminist crusader named LightStep.
Has the recent influx of stranger-meeting services like Airbnb and Tinder normalized the idea of housing people we barely know, or do we just do it more now because it usually ends in either sex or an exchange of money?
Can a small band of veterinarians who lop off rhino horns with chainsaws save the species from poachers?
There are moments in On the Road when the author seems cured of his own mental health issues, so I figured that a freewheeling, weed-smoking experience might have the same effect on me.
Riski is seven years old and spends nearly all his time in Pondok Kelapa Public Cemetery, where he's a sort of funeral director, gravedigger, and night watchman.
Thousands of flowers take up the pavement outside self-service shops in the weeks leading up to All Saints' Day, but they're all fake.
Augusto Pinochet left more than 100,000 landmines behind, and it's taking forever to dig them up.
When I found out that girls named Britney would get VIP access to Britney Spears Day in Las Vegas, I knew I had to get there, no matter what it took. The only problem was that my name isn't Britney.
Thanks to hole-in-the-wall bookies known as "borlettes," thousands of poor Haitians are playing a local version of New York's state-run lottery.
"This kind of tourism—it's not good to see," said one UN worker. "These are human beings, not animals in a zoo."
When a friend showed me a forum thread detailing some of London's lost, dreadful clubs, I found myself through the looking glass of a time before student promoters and Uber discount codes.
We talked to Father Lars Messerschmidt about demonic possession and the fact that the Devil can speak all languages.
I hung out with some Objectivists in London and found out that they love LeBron James and billionaires and hate hate HATE Russell Brand.
Children are freezing in tents in the middle of Romania's capital due to a decade-old law and a massive public-housing crisis.