fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
Dunnydeer Hill and Recumbent Stone Circle (Aberdeenshire)
Driving south from Huntly (Aberdeenshire, Scotland) with the late afternoon beating down, my attention is repeatedly grabbed by a picturesque ruin standing on a little hill. It pops up first to the left then to the right; as the road winds, the ruin disappears and reappears. We of course have to stop when we turn a corner and an empty parking place appears in front of us. To my joy, there is a footpath sign which announces that it is 1km to the ruin and 0.5km to the standing stones - oh what sorcery is this? We will get to see some megaliths as well! These ancient stones pop up when they want to be seen.
T. StolinskiPublished 10 days ago in Wander
My Crazy Adventure Across the World's Most Dangerous Land : Deadly trip to Islamabad from Kabul
As I sit here in a dirty Islamabad guesthouse, my mind drifts back to the journey that got me here. It all started about two weeks ago, when I got a call from a contact in Pakistan. He told me that there was a way for me to get into the country through the tribal areas near the Afghan border.
Alain SaamegoPublished 2 months ago in WanderIsland of Dolls-Mysterious place in Mexico
Surrounded by a network of canals near Xochimilco, south of Mexico City, the Isla de las Munecas (Isla de las Munecas) is one of the most disturbing tourist attractions in Mexico. Apart from being called the scary place in Mexico City, the Isla de las Munecas, meaning "Doll Island" in Spanish, is also very difficult to reach. Just south of Mexico City, you will find Isla de las Munecas, an arid island with many decaying dolls and countless decaying dolls.
The Riders of Girona
I finish filling up my car when I notice how chilly the evening is turning. I grab a jacket from the backseat and head towards the convenience store when I notice two women coming out of it.
The ArchaeologistPublished 3 months ago in WanderI Wrote a Letter to God
Letter To God — c/o Anne Lamott, re: Japan (RSVP) So, I wrote a letter to god. Which is perhaps unusual for an atheist with writer’s block.
James GarsidePublished 3 months ago in WanderVirtual Reality, Venus, & Venice Venetia
Venice was more magical than I had ever imagined. In truth, I had never imagined it much. I just knew it was a place that I wanted to go. That it was special, and unique- interwoven with water and gothic architecture unlike anywhere else in the world.
Kalyn LadyPublished 4 months ago in WanderA trip to the world's most haunted places this Halloween
Visits to the island are currently limited as Ghostbusters claims the site is a hotbed of paranormal activity. Many supernatural ghost stories residing in the area continue to circulate.
Soni SharmaPublished 5 months ago in Wander
TRIP N DAISY - Episode 4
How much time had passed since that humongous whale had flipped the Hippie-Hangout through the cerulean sky and Aquaman, Jason Momoa had dived to the bottom of the sea, I have no idea, but when it materialized on a narrow twisty road and heading downhill, I thought we were time-travelling rather than having a mind-blowing experience. When the heavy blue smoke from the bong faded away, leaving only the sweet pungent aroma of its contents, I could scarce believe my eyes. Coming towards us in the middle of the road was a Viking riding a bicycle and not only did he have a helmet containing a set of horns on his head, but he was also wearing a pair of designer sunglasses. I don't know whose eyes bugged out the most, his or ours? Talk about a mind-blow!
Len ShermanPublished 5 months ago in Wander
Wander
It was 6:30 a.m, the frosty air excited Angie as she tacked up her horse for the morning wrangle. A dirtied floral bandana keeps her daisy dipped hair off her face as she paces the barn floor, ignoring her coffee cup. Donnie was running a little late but she knew he would come as he always does. Donnie is frequent at the barn but this would be his first time wrangling. The faint sound of weathered cowboy boots confidently strolling across the gravel and into the barn alerted Angie that Donnie had finally arrived. Donnie’s tousled black hair was slicked back under his felt cowboy hat. If it weren’t for his matching vest and jeans, Angie wouldn’t have noticed the five o'clock shadow crawling across his sun soaked face. He tips his hat in Angie’s direction. They share a quick “Mornin” and Angie points out Donnie’s horse. Although Donnie looks the part he couldn’t be farther from a cowboy, though he wanted to be one. As Donnie fumbles with the tack, holding the bridle upside down, Angie chuckles to herself. Donnie looks up at Angie with a hesitant smile, she promptly walks over. Her rusted spurs jangled as she lightly stomped her numb feet, encouraging them to regain feeling. Angie walks Donnie through how to tack up. While giggling through her words she guides his gloved hands while her worn ones bear the cold. The horses patiently wait but not without the occasional snort or swat of a fly. Finally they were ready to ride. Angie helps Donnie mount up and adjusts his stirrups, she has no problem moving his leg where she needs it to be. Donnie looks at her with bashful cold cheeks and a sheepish smile as he quietly thanks her.
Sarah ZielstorfPublished 5 months ago in WanderThe Life Of A Nomad
The life of a nomad adventure began when we stepped out of our ornately designed hotel, complete with mosaics and a magnificent foyer fountain, into the sweltering Moroccan heat, then into an air-conditioned vehicle where our Moroccan guide Youssef awaited us. We headed off towards the Sahara with our bags, cameras, and an overabundance of water bottles. We felt the exhilaration of being on the road again as we left our Marrakech hotel, which had been our home for ten days, and watched the interesting array of modes of transportation battle their way along the busy road behind us. They weaved in and out in complicated patterns, from donkey karts to mopeds, in an attempt to seize the lead in their fictional race across the busy streets. Soon, though, we were out of the throngs of the city and driving down quiet rural roads, the Atlas Mountains in the background looming closer with each passing mile.
Let's Visit MoroccoPublished 5 months ago in Wander
Playa Del Amor "Hidden Beach of Mexico"
As soon as our boat arrived on Marietta Island, the passengers had to jump into the water and swim some 700 feet [200 m] to reach the shore. The islands are uninhabited to this day, and only licensed navigation service providers can take visitors to see the natural wonders nearby. The islands are uninhabited, but visitors often come to them to enjoy the diverse sea life and the unique Amor Beach paradise.
Sonia ShresthaPublished 6 months ago in Wander
My first trip abroad
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