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.
By Karen Madej5 years ago in Wander
Higher 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.
By Angela Ebell-Solomon5 years ago in Wander
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?
By Hanifa Akhtar5 years ago in Wander
The 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.
By Lili Grosserova5 years ago in Wander
A 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.
By Ryan Frawley5 years ago in Wander
The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 3
The Fabulous Table Lady Of Atlantic City Part 3 Rocco and The Little Wonder Cruise Pacific Avenue “Not too fast,” The Little Wonder protested as Rocco yanked him feet first from under the hood of my 1976 Chevy Impala. He was the smallest of all three of us and was able to reach down into the engine and adjust the fan belt so we used him as our human fix-it tool for minor auto repairs. We didn’t want to attract any more attention from the police as they were always on the lookout for our car, “the rattle trap,” as they called it.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Wander
