humor
Between language barriers, culture wars, and strange people at the airport, your trip is bound to be rife with laughter.
Weasel Reef
Taylor and Johnny-Boy gaze out at the glass and sip on hot coffee as beautiful barrels roll across the reef. The two surfers in the line-up surge up, down, and over the swells that draw waves from the deep Pacific to the triangular reef naturally formed under their boards. They wax up their boards in anticipation of capturing a few of mother ocean's jade gems of joy, delivering to the coast's sneakiest of all reefs, where finicky shelves of shacks are meant to house the chosen few that can ride this place. This is where unicorns are caught, treasure is discovered, and waves are ridden.
Tony MartelloPublished about 3 hours ago in WanderThe Midnight Madness
Amidst the quiet hum of the small town of Willow Creek, nestled beneath a canopy of ancient trees, there stood a carnival—an ephemeral spectacle that materialized only under the veil of night. Within its labyrinthine confines, where the scent of cotton candy mingled with the faint whispers of the wind, there lay a sinister secret—a ghost train that traversed the darkness, its passengers destined for a journey beyond the realms of the living.
By Land or Sea?
The couple lands at the Kona International Airport. Taylor has a plan to propose to his girlfriend of eight months. He knows he must take her to the hottest place on earth where neither lover has been before. This one is not like his first wife who hounded him daily for leaving shoes in the entryway and pressured him to climb the corporate ladder to no avail.
Tony MartelloPublished 16 days ago in WanderAm I Home Yet?
A ten-day trip to Australia in February 2024 was followed by a seven-night Fiji cruise on a six-room catamaran with only two crew members. I wrote about that here:
Andrea CorwinPublished 25 days ago in WanderWanderlust and Wellness: How Travel Can Improve Your Physical Health
In a world where stress seems to be an inevitable companion of modern life, the desire to escape and explore new horizons has become more than just a luxury—it's a necessity. Enter wanderlust, that innate desire to travel and explore the world around us. But what if I told you that wanderlust isn't just good for the soul, but for the body too? In this article, we'll delve into the fascinating connection between travel and physical health, exploring how embarking on new adventures can rejuvenate your body, mind, and spirit.
BLESSING COOLPublished 27 days ago in WanderJag Right
June gloom looms today on the Santa Cruz coast. It’s the type of cold you feel in your bone marrow, the kind of chill you will only tolerate when the waves are at least shoulder high, super quality, and barreling.
Tony MartelloPublished 28 days ago in WanderVeiled identity....
In the bustling streets of a city where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and the cacophony of life echoed off concrete walls, there lived a man named Ethan. To the world, he was just another face in the crowd, blending seamlessly into the tapestry of urban life. But behind his calm demeanor and friendly smile lay a secret he guarded with utmost care—Ethan never revealed the real him.From a young age, Ethan learned the art of concealment. Growing up in a family where expectations weighed heavy and judgments ran deep, he quickly mastered the skill of wearing masks, each one carefully crafted to fit the occasion. To his parents, he was the dutiful son, always eager to please. To his friends, he was the life of the party, cracking jokes and sharing laughter. But deep down, Ethan wondered if anyone truly knew the person he kept hidden beneath the layers of pretense.As the years passed, Ethan found solace in the anonymity of the city, where he could disappear into the crowds and lose himself in the rhythm of urban life. But no matter how far he roamed, he could never escape the nagging feeling that he was living a lie—that the real him was locked away, yearning to break free.One fateful evening, as dusk descended upon the city like a velvet curtain, Ethan found himself wandering through the dimly lit alleyways of the old quarter. The narrow cobblestone streets were bathed in the warm glow of street lamps, casting long shadows that danced in the fading light.Lost in thought, Ethan stumbled upon a quaint café nestled in a forgotten corner of the city—a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. Intrigued, he pushed open the door and stepped into a world of soft music and flickering candlelight.As he settled into a corner booth, Ethan watched the patrons come and go, each one a fleeting glimpse into a life unknown. It was then that he noticed her—a woman sitting alone at a nearby table, her eyes hidden behind a veil of mystery.Intrigued by her enigmatic presence, Ethan found himself drawn to her, compelled by a curiosity he couldn't explain. With cautious steps, he approached her table and struck up a conversation, his words tinged with a hint of vulnerability he had long kept buried.To his surprise, the woman welcomed his company with open arms, her laughter a melody that danced upon the air. As they talked into the night, Ethan felt a weight lifting from his shoulders, as if he were finally shedding the layers of pretense that had bound him for so long.In the warmth of her presence, Ethan found himself opening up in ways he never thought possible, revealing pieces of himself he had long kept hidden from the world. And as the night wore on, he realized that the real him—the person he had buried beneath a facade of conformity—was not something to be feared, but something to be embraced.With a newfound sense of liberation, Ethan bid the woman farewell and stepped out into the night, his heart lighter than it had been in years. For in that chance encounter, he had discovered the power of authenticity—the courage to be himself, unapologetically and unabashedly.And as he disappeared into the darkness of the city, Ethan knew that his journey was far from over. For though the road ahead was uncertain and fraught with challenges, he was no longer afraid to face it head-on, armed with the knowledge that the truest version of himself was the most beautiful of all.
Eric anexisPublished about a month ago in WanderWatch the Most Active Volcano in Central América Erupt
Volcán de Fuego is the most active volcano in Central America. The clue is the name, translating to the Volcano of Fire. It erupts every 20 minutes! Maybe not a life-ending, apocalyptic, civilisation-ending eruption but low-level eruptions of gas, smoke, and lava constantly rumbling away in the background of Antigua, Guatemala. You can sit on a rooftop bar and admire it puffing away like the caterpillar on a hooka with Alice in Wonderland.
Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl TravelPublished about a month ago in WanderHow to Be a Better Tourist Than I Was in Quebec City
Learn military time, because stopping in the middle of the road to read parking signs is frowned upon, and people will honk when you have to take time to subtract by 12.
Deidre Lynn ThompsonPublished about a month ago in WanderDOWN UNDER Trip
author - on a boat to the Great Barrier Reef I never thought I would be outracing a storm on the open sea on a vacation, yet it happened in March 2024.
Andrea CorwinPublished 2 months ago in Wander- Top Story - March 2024
Turkish Delight
Firstly, shout out to my girlfriend Hannah for pointing out that the pun-based title of this blog was definitely going to be “Turkish Delight,” thus giving me the idea for a brilliant pun-based title for this blog. Couldn’t have come up with one better myself.
Matty LongPublished 2 months ago in Wander Coddiwompling around Whitechapel
After a tube journey from Waterloo to Whitechapel in dreary yellowy half-light we came to the surface like moles breaking out from their underground tunnelling. Wide eyed and blinking, our eyes adjusted to the bright spring sunshine and kaleidoscope of colours around us. We had surfaced into the middle of one of London’s richest multicultural environs. It felt like changing from monochrome TV to colour.
Alan RussellPublished 3 months ago in Wander