A UFO-shaped event building originally intended to be a science museum showcasing the future.

The ruins of this Dutch castle sit atop a labyrinth of once-secret tunnels and passageways, dating back over 900 years.

Unsurprisingly, Holland is home to one of the most magnificent flower gardens in the world.

The Bloemen Route, or “Flower Route”, stretches 25 miles through prime Dutch tulip country as a result of “tulip mania,” the world’s first economic bubble.

This small town in the Netherlands has no roads but instead, miles of canals and over 100 bridges.

The world's second largest rocking chair is found on Route 66 in Cuba... Missouri.

This unusually circular centenarian barn became a Route 66 icon.

Nature's biggest mammal swims in landlocked Oklahoma.

A classic Route 66 landmark that was built with scrap lumber and is held together with kitsch and puns.

This Route 66 classic sports a giant fiberglass rabbit that you can ride.

Hundreds of trees made from glass bottles make up this forest on Route 66.

One of the ghostly stops along Route 66.

Along the historic Mother Road is an old gas station with a secret counterfeiting past.

When you can afford only half a road, you build only half a road.

A sign at the end of the Santa Monica Pier marks the traditional end of the legendary American highway.

This historic Illinois "Muffler Man" has been converted from axe-touting lumberjack to rocket-wielding space ace.

This lagomorph-obsessed Route 66 emporium is home to a giant jackrabbit that sits in a bunny graveyard.

This tiny historic jail along Route 66 is the perfect fit for exactly one criminal and their partner-in-crime.

While he no longer has an eatery to give him context, this off-brand Paul Bunyan still holds his giant hot dog with pride.

One woman's lifelong collection is on display in this unassuming house on an Icelandic fjord.

A modern Nordic Pompeii on the Icelandic island of Heimaey.

This beautiful, historic church looks like something out of a simpler past.

The picturesque birthplace of Icelandic democracy is drenched in the blood of its brutal past.

This rusting remnant of the local herring industry is being given a second life.