humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Traveling Makes Us Happier, Not Marriage
A single life without marriage can increase your life expectancy. I want to encourage you to spend the rest of your life traveling rather than getting married. Consequently, I suggest that you can live better and longer by traveling around the world for the rest of your own life. Here are the reasons:
Vala FlynnPublished about a year ago in WanderA Trip to England (Part III)
There are moments in your life that cloud things; that make things seem so difficult to comprehend that you just do not deal with them in a way that would seem proper. I was given that photograph of my half-sister and kept it hidden in a drawer from any curious eyes in my house. I did not mention it or even hint at it until my mother confessed that she knew all about her and we both realized that two lies were living in the same house. As I think about that scene between us, I realize that I would not believe it if I had heard about it from a friend (not even the film studios of Hollywood could have imagined such things). But it was too real and made me more aware of what was true and what was imaginary. I paid more attention to the racist graffiti I saw on an embankment wall as we travelled to a cricket match (contrasted with a wheat field that appeared like liquid gold, it was startling to see an attitude so honest). I noted that fruit sold in the markets came from South Africa. This was during apartheid and I made a point of buying a t-shirt that recommended that one Boycott South African Goods. I then looked carefully around that neighbourhood. Cramped homes, grey weather, narrow and mugger-friendly lanes and walls, appalling programs on TV (comedy specials seemed to have to volume of the audience turned way up for the weakest jokes) and I have already commented on the food.
Kendall DefoePublished about a year ago in WanderThe Dark History of Nauru Island
A Sordid Tale of Human Exploitation and Greed In 1798, John Fearn became the first European to report sighting the Pacific Island of Nauru.
Peeping_SoulPublished about a year ago in WanderI Kicked Napoleon Dynamite’s Ass in Las Vegas
In 2014 and 2015, my Bride and I took trips to Las Vegas. Back-to-back years. No, it wasn’t because we loved Las Vegas so much that we had to do it two years in a row. It was more of a “Somebody bailed out on our plans, I guess we get to go again, now.” type of thing.
Jason ProvencioPublished 2 years ago in WanderGalicia: Beauty of North-Western Spain
There's a lot to love about Galicia, an autonomous community in northwestern Spain. From its stunning coastal scenery and delicious food and drink to its fascinating history and culture, there's something for everyone in this corner of the world. This article will take a closer look at what makes Galicia so special.
People! Just say Something!Published 2 years ago in WanderThe Fascinating Secrets of Mayong, the Black Magic Capital of India
Mayong Village Is Eerie There are eerie, creepy tales abounding this place. People vanishing in thin air, men turning into beasts, dolls and skeletons dripping with blood, and even wild animals getting tamed magically. Yes, while there is no clear evidence of all this having happened, but the people of Mayong claim that they have seen stranger things happening beyond the realm of logical human thinking.
Peeping_SoulPublished 2 years ago in WanderI'll Swap Seats With You
There's been a lot of discourse lately about flight etiquette and safety, particularly around assigned seating, and specifically about giving up your seat when another passenger requests it.
Natasja RosePublished 2 years ago in Wander- Top Story - August 2022
Am I a Jerk if I Don’t Like Hanoi?
So I committed the ultimate travel sin. I admitted that I didn’t like a place. You’re not really supposed to do that. Especially not when it’s a place that everyone else seems to like. At the worst, you say something diplomatic like:
Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl TravelPublished 2 years ago in Wander Ghosts of the Interstate
My family and I recently drove from our home in Zillah Washington to Los Angeles California. We drove straight there (and when I write “we,” I mean, I drove, and everyone else watched [or slept]). Talk about liminal space. That is the longest corridor of freeway I have ever been down in my whole entire life (sorta true; minus the hiatus to Casper Wyoming).
Coyote GunnyonPublished 2 years ago in WanderWhat I learned From Travelling This Year
There’s so much to travelling that no books in the world can teach you. And that’s exactly why I quit my nine-to-five job at 35 and followed my heart around the world—to places near and far to sate my wanderlust. I realised home isn’t one single place or person, but many. I’ve been writing loads of articles about the places and people I met. But this one’s a bit different, more like a monologous narrative of my growth as a traveller and a person. I welcomed this new year aboard one of the New Year’s Eve cruises on Sydney Harbour. I had tagged along with my friends from work to blow off some year-end steam and ah…’twas a dream night to cherish an entire lifetime. It was never on my itinerary to get aboard a cruise but there I was, drinking and dancing away like a 23-year old. The Sydney NYE cruises were never on my list, but I had the best time with my colleagues. And that’s the first of the few things I wish to discuss today.
john williamsPublished 2 years ago in WanderThe Gospel Train
Clearly this is not right. I glance down at my pierced hands and my powder blue, paper thin robe. I am surprised by the rhythmic thumping that keeps tempting me to simply lay my head back down to rest. I am mesmerized by the gentle swaying from left to right and right to left. This train is killing me softly with its peaceful promise of a restful sleep.
Stacey Mataxis WhitlowPublished 2 years ago in WanderMy trip to the Maldives
At 4 o 'clock in the morning on August 13, our family got up early and took a bus to the Capital Airport. Line up for boarding at 6:30. After a long flight of seven and a half hours, the plane descended slowly through the clouds over the Maldives. Overlooking the Maldives Islands in the Indian Ocean from the porthole, it is like drifting in the vast sea of ships of all sizes. As the plane landed at Male airport, the passengers slowly moved one by one toward the front door. We sat in the back row and waited patiently. Unexpectedly, the rear compartment, which is not allowed to be opened, was opened as an exception. We turned around and stepped down from the rear compartment door. Only later did we know that our daughter Dou Dou greeted the stewardess: "Hello, hello." And waved to the ground crew standing by the cabin. The ground staff thought the child was in urgent need of disembarkation, so they made an exception and asked the stewardess to open the rear door.