humor
Between language barriers, culture wars, and strange people at the airport, your trip is bound to be rife with laughter.
Mad for Max
Silverton, Australia, a lonely, outback outpost 335 miles northeast of Adelaide, isn’t much to look at - a hotel and bar, three art galleries, a tea room and surprise, surprise, the world’s only Mad Max Museum.
John ThomsonPublished about a year ago in WanderFrom Paris With Love
Sunday, March 27, 2014, Easter morning. Stephanie surprised me with an Easter basket just like she always does for our children. Nestled into the fake, plastic grass in my little basket, under the Reese's Pieces, under the little foil-wrapped chocolate footballs, was a home pregnancy test. It read positive! Her thoughtfulness and cleverness never fails to put mine to shame. It was a wonderful way to learn of our second child’s arrival. Over the next few days, or maybe weeks, we troubled over when and how we wanted to inform our loved ones of the news. We knew we wanted to stick with the philosophy we followed for our first child; we would wait until the second trimester and the “all looks healthy” nod from her doctor. The problem was, we were booked to be in Europe at the time of her next check-up. We arranged with the doctor to be seen right before we left for London, only about two week’s difference. This would give us the assurance we desired to prudently make the announcement. And over the next few months, we brainstormed inventive ways to reveal the news to the world. At one point we thought we’d just tell our respective parents over Skype from one of the countries we’d be in. That idea seemed too lazy and lame to both of us, so we scrapped it and determined to keep thinking. On the flight across the pond, I was giving the matter much thought, then I said, “It has to be Paris.” She readily agreed. But how? What method? With us on this trip were about 30 teenaged students plus some of their parents who all knew Stephanie and adored her like a favorite aunt. She was an International Baccalaureate English teacher at their high school, and the majority of them were students in the IB program. She is now the program coordinator. Each of them was emotionally invested to some degree in her well-being and our relationship as well, some heavily, others only slightly less so. We are still very close to a few of them and their parents to this day.
M. Keith DeVillingPublished about a year ago in WanderA Voyage to the Most Romantic Cities in the World for Valentine's Day 2023!
A Voyage to the Most Romantic Cities in the World for Valentine's Day! Paris, France Venice, Italy A romantic canal cruise and gondola ride. Santorini, Greece Rome, Italy Bruges, Belgium Prague, Czech Republic
Suresh NatarajanPublished about a year ago in WanderStarting out from Hove to Brighton - Part 1
When the great writer Daniel Defoe visited what we now know as Brighton while writing his "A Tour Through the Whole Island of Britain" during the first quarter of the 18th century it was called "Bright Helmston" or more commonly "Bredhempston". He described it as:
Alan RussellPublished about a year ago in WanderOverland 3: Seeing Angels
Somebody saw an angel. It was slightly blurry, but still. We heard about it the next day during our break after the lunch rush. Lucy, John and I poured ourselves coffee then slid into one of the wood booths of the empty restaurant. Lucy whispered.
Vivian R McInernyPublished about a year ago in WanderAdventures in Eurovan World
Hi there! I'm a VW Eurovan currently living in Henderson, Nevada, just outside of Las Vegas. I'm excited to embark on a road trip to Lakeside, California, and I wanted to share my journey with you through this travel blog.
Brett RothenbergPublished about a year ago in WanderThe Winner-Not!
At 11 a.m. my phone rang. I immediately picked up as I was waiting for a call from an exterminator. At 8:00 a.m. I had called Joe the Terminator, his idea of a clever play on words, to take care of a mouse problem. His answering service said he would get right back to me. That was three hours ago. I waited impatiently while the rodent had the run of the house.
Mark GagnonPublished about a year ago in WanderAvoiding Trouble in Rome, Italy
Listen, I love Rome. I really do but now that we’re free to travel again, I have to fill you in on what to expect from the Eternal City. Masochists will love Rome. So will anybody else drawn to stress and anxiety. Don’t get me wrong, Rome has a lot of things going for it. Historical buildings, pizza, magnificent museums, pizza, stunning churches, pizza. Did I say pizza? Over nine million tourists a year visit the city and, for the most part, Rome is prepared. Yet there are a few trouble spots that can turn a Roman holiday into a Roman nightmare.
John ThomsonPublished about a year ago in WanderGetting Over the Fear of Going
Imagine, the moment has arrived. You’ve finally packed up the car, left the job you couldn’t stand and are about to begin an adventure that has been years in the making. It's about to happen, the key is in the ignition, but suddenly- you’re stunned with fear. The question “What the hell am I doing?” reverberates through your mind, and it paralyzes you. On September 15, 2022, that moment came for me.
Emelia BeamPublished about a year ago in WanderSwanage in Dorset
"We're going southwest for the hols" says Faith. "If only it was Swanage again." So wrote Enid Blyton in the Adventures of the Strange Ruby first published in 1960.
Alan RussellPublished about a year ago in WanderLos Rapidos - Why this is the Most Recommended Spot in Bacalar, Mexico
When asking around what the best thing to do in Bacalar was, one thing came up over and over again. Los Rapidos! Or, The Rapids, in English. This may be a slightly misleading name, these are not exactly white water rapids but more of a lazy river.
Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl TravelPublished about a year ago in WanderLife Lessons From Our Off-Grid Honeymoon in the Woods
Next week marks three months being married to my partner of 9 years (yay!). Our wedding was a small and intimate affair with only two dozen people. Despite this, the costs still added up and life has just been too busy, so we opted for what I keep referring to as a “mini honeymoon,” while we wish and hope for a bigger trip. My fingers are crossed for Hawaii.
Erin R. WilsonPublished about a year ago in Wander