solo travel
You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.
The Waves at Waimea. Top Story - March 2021.
The thunderous waves beat on the shore with such intensity you would've thought they were trying to cause physical harm to the sand. The shore break was intimidating to even those who could swim really well, with it waves that reached up as if to try and grab the clouds before crashing back down again. I stood as the foamy waterline, as wave after wave rushed across the sand and covered my feet. Looking out past the waves on the shoreline the ocean seemed so calm, still almost with only slight bubbling ripples to disturb that stillness. It made me question where the force behind the waves was coming from. It was as if some invisible giant were out standing in the water trying to splash everyone on the dry beach, just as a little child would in a pool trying to splash his siblings. Very few people were out swimming around past the waves' deadly yet inviting grip. It took a lot of focus and even more exertion to get out there; I had never done it yet, but was a fair swimmer and intended to try one of these trips.
By Brandi Noelle6 years ago in Wander
Walking Media
Walking Media John W. Gilmore Media, a quiet little town just north of Chester, PA without much going on, in the eighties. The major hang out spot near where I lived was the Old State Tavern on Old State Rd. It featured various local rock bands playing rock music, dance music, and pop music accompanied by drinking, dancing, and outright partying.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore6 years ago in Wander
The Medicinal Value of Camping Alone.
The headlights died as I clicked the engine off. Leaning forward, confirming the darkness, a whole slurry of doubt came flooding into my mind. Alone? In the wilderness, that is absolutely crazy. My friends’ responses now making sense: Why? How are you going to pass your time? What if something goes wrong?
By Scott Carnahan6 years ago in Wander
Every Night I Dream
Throughout my life, I have never had a problem believing in phenomena like déjà-vu or foresight, or some reality just beyond the physical. But even I, with an open mind and love for the mysterious, have been blown away by what has happened. This has been beyond anything I’ve I could have imagined in waking life... So it makes sense that it all started with a dream.
By Stephanie H6 years ago in Wander
Blessed
Even on her deathbed, Benedita’s grandmother was positive and full of wisdom, how she'd always be remembered. “Ask of the universe and you shall recieve,” she used to say, her dark-as-midnight eyes twinkling with something that Benedita couldn’t quite understand, but wished someday she might.
By Hayley Toye6 years ago in Wander
A Good Lead
It was springtime on the East Coast, and I had escaping on my mind. I had barely known my great aunt, but now an unexpected twenty grand inheritance from her was sitting in my bank account. This seemed reason enough to buy a ticket, pack a bag, and fly over a big blue ocean. I was now boarding a train in Amsterdam. With a tea tumbler, a camera, and some essentials in my bag, I selected a roomy seat at the back of an empty car. Settling in, I felt the nudge of something under my leg. I fished around and retrieved a small black notebook that was wedged between my velvety seat and the equally plush armrest. Inside were notes, dates, and names of people and places. The notes appeared to be in French, but I could decipher a few words. Inspired, I thought it would be nice to keep a similar record of my travels, and I had seen notebooks in the station’s gift shop. So, while waiting for the early morning train to fill, I hopped off and purchased a similar little black book.
By Annabeth Kress6 years ago in Wander
Christmas In Oakland
The story begins just 10 days before Christmas. This was Queen’s first Christmas away from home, first time in Oakland, and one holiday she would NEVER forget. Tickets to her first winter jazz concert were booked weeks in advance. She checked her email daily as if the virtual tickets would disappear into thin air or “the cloud”. Her outfit was washed, ironed, and ready to wear as her alarm rang to begin her day.
By Kayla Reeves6 years ago in Wander
Between the Signs
I used to ride public transportation in Los Angeles, in the mid 2010s. I met a wide range of people that way, encountering everything from a die-hard racist who demanded a black person ride a separate bus to a person who went off on the bus driver, screaming and attempting to grab the wheel.
By Joanna Celeste6 years ago in Wander
