fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
On a train to Bologna, Italy, Sarah found she could sleep in a corridor balanced on her backpack
Shaz had fallen asleep on the ride to the campsite from the swimming pool in Christchurch. Sarah watched as Dad carried her sister’s limp body to the neighbors. Meanwhile, the furious sky cracked and flashed bright tendrils.
Karen MadejPublished 3 years ago in WanderHigher Altitudes
My name is Rae, and when I was 19 years old, I traveled to Himachal Pradesh to trek the borders of Pakistan, China, & Nepal. Between hikes, our driver, Hanji, drove us between drop off and pick up points; he was our guide while we were in India. I traveled with three companions; one older indian man, one older indian woman, and an older caucasian woman. I was young, blonde, beautiful, and adventurous. I was offered the opportunity to make a documentary while trekking the borders of India, and I just jumped at the chance without thinking of the dangers these regions have; Human Trafficking, rape, & extreme racism against white people. In some areas, I was treated like a white famous supermodel; everyone wanted to talk to me, take pictures with me, touch my curly long blonde hair and white pasty skin... others pulled me out of our trekking vehicle, stripped me down to nearly nothing, dumped out all of my camera equipment and pointed guns at my head. The Pakistan border was not a fun zone to travel through for me.
Angela Ebell-SolomonPublished 3 years ago in WanderMor
Blackness, and these flashes of warmth slowly spreading its tendrils and reaching the part of your mind that recognises this as sunlight. Fluttering the eyelids, they wake finally.
Ida RogersPublished 3 years ago in WanderThis World Alone
PerGhloria The most pure of souls vacated this only world. No stars twinkled the sky beyond PerGhloria, and no sun came to shine. The world needed not these beautiful sights; it was beauty itself.
M R HerringPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe New World
Chapter l “If you are hearing this you are not alone…” my radio went off for the hundredth time this week. Those words, echoing in my head giving false hope but leading me along by journey.
Savannah HendersonPublished 3 years ago in WanderI Searched 16 Years for the Swamp Rhinoceros
Sixteen years ago, in a roadside museum that will go unnamed here, an employee or perhaps the owner — it seemed to be a one-woman operation — informed me the Louisiana Swamp Rhinoceros had gone extinct as recently as ten thousand years ago.
Amethyst QuPublished 3 years ago in WanderFive fingers and ten toes
Five fingers and ten toes The staff of the British National Military Museum approached Mike Lane, who was a member of a British expedition. With admiration, they asked the brave adventure survivor for souvenirs related to his ascent of Mount Everest that year. The souvenir Ryan sent was neither the snow and ice on the top of Everest, nor the climbing tools of the team, nor any commemorative photos, but his own ten toes and five fingers which were amputated due to frostbite back then.
Top 17 incredible facts about world you should know
1.Thailand's bats are the world's tiniest mammals. This should undoubtedly be included among the world's cutest facts. The world's tiniest bats (and mammals) live in the limestone caves of Sai Yok National Park. Isn't it adorable, despite the bat soup jokes?
Hanifa AkhtarPublished 3 years ago in WanderJourney to China
I possess a love of travel. My journey began long before it started, in university. All told me to go to China if I wanted to learn Chinese, and most importantly Beijing, where they speak the same dialect I was studying.
Darryl PearcePublished 3 years ago in WanderEvening in Paris
Everything was falling into place. At least, Jean thought so, While prepared, she was extremely excited about her planned vacation. Now, the long-awaited trip to Paris was only a week away. "A week away!" Jean shouted.
Babs IversonPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe Need For an Adventure Will Get Me Killed
I find myself following him. After passing a red-marked tree, he takes a sharp left and stops. There is an old-looking small caravan standing behind a rusty short fence not that far from the campsite. Hidden in the corner of a forest, visible only as a result of the moonlight shining through the branches. Creepy. Dark.
Lili GrosserovaPublished 3 years ago in WanderA Hairy Encounter With a Canadian Wilderness Legend
Something’s been here Here, where there is never anything but me. The beach isn’t mine. It doesn’t belong to anyone, which means it belongs to everyone. But it’s only me who comes here. In the Canadian winter, this huge lake is free of ice and free of people. When I visit to drink in the silence, I remain undisturbed. The firewood I keep in a cave is always ready for me to use on my next visit. The fine pebbles are unscarred by footprints. The beach may not be mine. But it feels like it.
Ryan FrawleyPublished 3 years ago in Wander