solo travel

You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.

How to plan a solo trip to Tunisia
The most northerly African country, Tunisia, serves as a bridge among Europe, Middle East and Africa. The country has been visited by various nationalities, including Romans, Vandals, Phoenicians, Arabs and Turks, and they've all left evidence of their presence. The beautiful coastline that extends along the Mediterranean isn't the only reason for a traveller to want to tour Tunisia; its desert regions, villages and gorgeous ancient architecture induce interest in international travellers.
By Amie Ginendra5 years ago in Wander
Diarist: Sea Letters
Letters. What we say out loud, but written. I'm fascinated by letters that capture a specific moment of being; when we sit down to write a letter we pour our presence onto the page. We send a piece of our minds, our bodies in an envelope or a satellite wave.
By Joe Nasta5 years ago in Wander
Old Fat Ass
Old Fat Ass Many years ago I was the proud owner and skipper of a thirty foot sailboat, fondly known as ‘Fat Ass’ in honor of her broad beam. She was an experimental racing sailboat built by a young company in New Jersey to test various racing hull configurations. I sailed her for years on Long Island Sound, an experience I never forgot.
By Alice Donenfeld-Vernoux5 years ago in Wander
Diarist: Sea Letters
Letters. What we say out loud, but written. I'm fascinated by letters that capture a specific moment of being; when we sit down to write a letter we pour our presence onto the page. We send a piece of our minds, our bodies in an envelope or a satellite wave.
By Joe Nasta5 years ago in Wander
Turning Survival into Living
I travel through the darkness. Awakening to the new world. A world I thought was yours. A vision from the past. Before I met you. Beckoned me forth through the cold and waterless void. You are surrounded by a white light.
By Paulus Volga5 years ago in Wander
6 Things I learnt by Travelling solo
Travelling alone to an unknown destination can be a daunting task for many. The most common concerns that one might have are - What if I get mugged? Or get scammed? These are still gender-neutral fears. As a female traveller, the biggest fear you might have could be of getting assaulted sexually; which is can be more detrimental in nature.
By Vaibhav Bhosle5 years ago in Wander
The Gun That Changed the World
Nobody comes here Not by choice. Sometimes, a bus full of school kids will pull up outside. The young minds of the future will be forced through the echoing halls like toothpaste through a tube, counting the hours until they can escape.
By Ryan Frawley5 years ago in Wander
How to Find a Home in Exile
Who lives in these houses? Tall windows throw off light like vacant eyes, absorbing nothing, reflecting everything. Floating docks rise and fall, gentle as sleeping breath. Boats sway in the green water.
By Ryan Frawley5 years ago in Wander
Diarist: Alaska ~ Boarding the Malispina
Alaska The first time I went to Alaska, I was working on the Alaska Marine Highway as a Third Assistant Engineer. This series of Diarist Entries will present my journal entries over the two weeks I worked onboard the ferry Malispina. I'm excited to start this series becuase sea journals, narrative ballads/sea poetry, old sailor yarns and the like have been very imactful on my writing and art! The entire Diarist concept but especially this series reflects my lineage as a mariner poet.
By Joe Nasta5 years ago in Wander
Hitch Hiking
Hitchhiking: Part 2. Summer 1983 From 2625 Jerseyville road west, to C.H. Bray elementary school, Ancaster On. Yes, by the following summer, hitch hiking along Jerseyville road, was well established by ‘me’ and myself alone. I never, ever, saw anyone else hitch hiking on the road. Saw a few people walking, or riding bikes though. One of the few people I’d often see walking along the road was Richard Klimowski. He was the guy that if you’d honk at him driving by, he’d stop walking, grin and point at you as you’d drive past. His finger following your car. Always made me laugh as a passenger...still does, just thinking about it! He romantically, brought my mother a hand picked bouquet of flowers one early summer’s eve...sweet, but he knew damn well my mother was married.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 5 years ago in Wander
Hitch hiking
Hitch hiking Part 1. Jerseyville road, Summer of 1981, Jerseyville, Ontario. From 2625 Jerseyville road west to Ancaster Public Library.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 5 years ago in Wander
Galápagos
After years and years of fangirling over nature documentaries, volunteering at the local wildlife sanctuaries, and a zoology degree later I realized I needed a bigger change. And that change was a trip farther than I had ever gone before, solo that is. Freshly out of undergrad, I made the best decision of my life: to go volunteer abroad on the Galápagos Islands, with none other than my favorite animal, giant tortoises.
By Holly Cook5 years ago in Wander