humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
The Adventures of Nike and Mandy
Every time I step out to travel, I say to myself, "I don't want to stop, its too addicting”. It's a drug that can't be sold or made. If you're wondering how you can obtain it, you just have to live it. Nike and Mandy are doing just that. Exploring the balkans in a way that most would shy away from. Hitchhiking with random strangers to their next destination, sleeping on the couches of people they met on the internet or camping out in random spots they find in the cites.
Elliott BanksPublished 4 years ago in WanderMy beautiful life in Canada
I love mi life is awesome. And why I think is like that ? Because I love everything I do every day and I love my past too . Long time a go I have a terrible accident and I was in coma for a weeek and after that my hubby take care of me . Today a days we have 3 beautiful children two daughters and one son . And we have too ; two grandchildren and we move to Canada because in our country when we lived there was a lot of politic problems and for this reason we came here to Canada this is really beautiful country, I love mi live here is safe for me and for my children they grow up already Paola the big one is the mom to my two grand children, Laura Camila finish her university here in Canada and now is working with Canadian organization in Honduras and Theo my baby is living in Edmonton with his beautiful girlfriend Hanna both of them are awesome; they come home every two weeks to visit us here in Red Deer the town where we live .I drive often to Calgary because I live big cities in the past I lived in Milan and at that time a travel a lot , I was in all Europe I love Italian food and the accent of the French people and the English too I love the paella in Spain ; and the macarronas in Brussels ; and the land scape of Switzerland ; but right now I love Canada because here we find the most beautiful land scape in the world like Banff is really amazing or Johnston canción they have the most amazing view in the world or Vancouver is a really beautiful city at the Pacific Ocean ; and the beautiful lion safary in Ontario and the mountain coming from Vancouver to Alberta ; Every day for me is a new beginning because every day is diferente the day before , I love see the sky and their clouds I expend a lot of hours doing this for me the sky is really beautiful ; oh I forgot to mention I have the most beautiful cat in the world his name is Smokie and is a Nebelung cat him have a beautiful green eyes and a really blue beautiful hair . We have him since him was 1 month and now him is 10 year old I think this is all I need to share with you guys . Ah I forgot I love to dance a lot and when is a event near to our home I don’t doubt to go and now I want to say thanks for the opportunity to participate in this contest
Nancy QuinteroPublished 4 years ago in WanderThe City that Never Sleeps
I will start off by stating that the city sleeps eventually. There can be lights & sounds but the does sleep at some point. That being said there’s something for everyone at any time. Yeah, sure I said it eventually sleeps but most of the things to do become exclusive to those whom are associated with (friends & activities included).
Battered Suitcases
Battered Suitcases “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” -Jack Kerouac
Linda WalshPublished 4 years ago in WanderLooking Deep
This photo was taken on January 24th, 2020 in Ridgecrest, California. I used a measly 8mp camera and a pre-installed filter named 'Palma' to edit on a very cracked screen. My cheap prepaid phone is one of four phones I have had in the past three months. Let us just say material items and I have not been meshing very well.
Coming To Australia
Do you ever wake up a bit exhausted, even after a lengthy night’s sleep? You move over to the edge of the bed and sit there a while? Do you begin reliving the past days, months and years, accepting that surely today would be just like another day in the past few years. Why would it be any different? You’re not different, so what would make this day any different to all the other days. You haven’t done anything differently. You make the same choices each day, the poor ones. You always go for what is easier or quicker. Whatever brings you comfort, whatever makes you forget temporarily that this is your reality!!! Whatever will make you feel good, that’s where its all at. Except that it is momentary. Well maybe the challenge is to make it last longer… Should you even bother leaving the room today? Do you wish you had a copy of yourself, someone to go through the day for you? Why would today be any different? Why does today deserve your attention, your presence? What is today even?? Follow the story and you will see how I got here and how I got out…
Tawonga ManziniPublished 4 years ago in WanderThe Powerful Eyes of a Powerless Man
How often do you have despair and hopelessness searching through your soul? Eyes that posses the portal in which i lost myself through.
Nathan Shane PriorPublished 4 years ago in WanderJapan
Being born in Japan is interesting to most people as I live in the United States and most people were born here. At the age of 5 my mom moved my family to New Jersey, my extended family still lives in Japan as well as my dad. The opportunity to go back home and experience the culture and country is the one thing I wouldn’t give up for the world. This past year I was grateful enough to spend a month in Japan (the most time I’ve spent there since leaving) to see my country as I wasn’t able to before. My siblings (Nina, Hana, and Daichi) had joined me on this adventure where we were off to the Japanese Alps. Arriving early in the morning around 5am and checking into our hostel around 7am we were off to the Kamikochi trails. Luckily waiting outside was a taxi, hesitant to bring us to the trails as a big typhoon was about to hit and the trails were difficult and so high up we wouldn’t be safe. The taxi driver even called one of his friends to see if we should even attempt the hike, but as the friend said we were allowed to do whatever we wanted we were off. Still hesitant he drops us off at the entrance, before taken off he gives us his cab number so he would be able to pick us up after we were done. We walk towards the entrance of the trail and see the incline was steep. After 20 minutes into the hike it started to down pour like nothing I’ve seen before with wind blowing at high speed. We continued forward through the storm and even though it was summer we were all freezing and wet. A couple of monkey cross our paths with one following our journey and a bunch of other creatures like birds and insects. After a couple of hours we finally get to the top as the rain starts to slow down, we finally take a break and take in the view. Honestly I haven’t seen anything more beautiful in my life time and the torture we went through to get to the top was all worth it as it was breathtaking. The scenery was vibrant green with flowers of yellow and red breaking through the ground and the sky grey with white fog covering what was below us. We were so high up we could only see the mountain tops and valleys that ran down. We chowed down snacks of crackers, trail mix and a couple candies our grandma gave made us before leaving her house. After soaking in the view the rain and wind started to fall once again. The picture is of my brother as we made our way down the mountain. We finally get to the end of the trail we eventually made it to the main road freezing in the rain. We realized we wouldn’t be able to call the taxi driver from earlier so we made our way down the road. After about half an hour down the road a van with passengers had driven past us and noticed we gotten off the trail and were drenched asked if we needed a ride. We were so grateful we didn’t have to walk back the 5 mile long road and without question we jump in the back. The van had drop us to a bus station where we made it back to the hostel. The old ladies who ran the place gave us all hot tea to help warm up and told us about the dinner specials later that night.The experience of a beautiful country with amazing sights and amazing people who surprises you with the compassion they have for strangers. Being able to experience both worlds basically on the opposite ends you see the differences of cultures and makes you think of the world as a whole and how big this world is.
Lovely, Mellow, and Tranquil
She ran to the nearest bus terminal in hopes that her destination was listed for departure. Looking at the transit screen, the location she longed for wasn't there, but she craved adventure. Raising her finger in circular motion, she did what she knew best and that's leaving it to chance. 1,2,3 and point! Her finger lands on Houdini departing at 1:30 am. Houdini is a place of warmth, activities, and excitement. Not sure of what she'll experience, she purchases her ticket and is filled with happiness.
My Bag Is on the Seat for a Reason
East Croydon. The bane of my entire life. The place where dread and anxiety begins to creep into my veins and intoxicate my blood.
Amy WildsmithPublished 4 years ago in WanderMy experience of Living on a ship & left the world for 2 weeks while visiting the arctic with no cell or internet service
One weekend in June I realized I was given a chance to tour the arctic but then the reality of it still hadn’t hit me yet & everyone was freaking out & excited about me wining this trip and going to Arctic but I was still meh but when I was 2–3 weeks out from going in august I started getting excited for it but also then I realized oh snap I won’t have any internet or cell service for the whole trip (2 weeks) in my 6–7 years of being on social media & constantly being connected for last 10 or so years my family & friends were like how will you survive will you go through withdrawal cause I had never experienced such a disconnection before
How volunteering abroad damages communities and cultures
The grass, scorched and scratchy stems pricked the skin on my legs as I sat in the African red dust. The children on either side of me were holding my hands, their eyes wide in fascination as they traced their fingers up and down the blue and purple veins in my wrist. They poked every freckle, pinched my fingernails.
Elle WhitePublished 4 years ago in Wander