humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Silence, Skin, and Soul-Saving Soup in Mexico City
I was hungry for something new. It was January 2019, a few days into the new year, when I booked a one-way ticket to Mexico City, desperately craving a solo adventure. Only hours after I'd arrived, messages and calls poured in from friends and family. They wondered how my trip was going, what the weather was like, and what I'd eaten so far. I left them all unread.
By Elliot Adamson5 years ago in Wander
Bali to East Java
Well where to from Bali. These days most tourists take a flight to Surabaya then bus it to Yogyakarta and beyond. But many miss the splendor that is East Java. I am a little bias in saying that, as I was born and raised in Surabaya the capital of East Java. East Java is a little drier than the rest of Java. But that does not mean that the terrain is devoid of splendid beauty. There are magnificent National Parks. Indonesia's only Safari park. Pure white sand beaches and crystal blue seas, calling, “come in for a swim”.
By Woody DeJong5 years ago in Wander
What kind of traveller are you? (Japan edition)
This article is written as a bit of comedic fun and shouldn’t accurately represent all the people who visit Japan on the regular! These are inspired from all the weird and wonderful personalities I came across when travelling Japan with One Life Adventures.
By Maddie Bradley5 years ago in Wander
Here Today Gone to Maui
Here Today, Gone to Maui I flew into Honolulu, then took a connecting flight to Maui. Once I landed, I stepped out into the warm tropical breeze with what little belongings I had under one arm. I landed with $150 in my pocket, plus the 4 ounces of hash and the LSD. My flute case made it easy to transport the stash with its false bottom with ample room for the goodies. It was a foolproof plan back then because there was no such thing as X-raying luggage or TSA security. Nobody was looking through your shit.
By Scott Adlai Stevenson5 years ago in Wander
Only Mountains Never Meet
I was a freshman in high school. Not when I got the tattoo, but we’ll get there. The story starts with entering high school and being tracked for all advanced classes. My best friends and I swore a pact to have at least one class together every semester so that we wouldn’t be pulled apart by all the high school drama.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Wander
Let's Cross Over
I would decorate my entire body in tattoos if I had the money, time and trusted someone so much that I knew that they knew exactly how I would want to be decorated. My thighs would be full of phoenix rising from ashes and my back immersed in dream catchers. Butterflies would trail down my arms and turn into daisy chains around my wrists, with mandalas and henna style patterns scattered all around and inbetween.
By Jenny Radiance5 years ago in Wander
I'm nothing without Travel Industry. Top Story - September 2020.
You might think that the title is a bit of exaggeration but let's be honest... It's been half a year since we were forced to "stay home" and I don't see the end of it. Again, you might think I'm exaggerating but we all thought it would be gone by summer. Then the summer came along and somehow nothing changed. Now we are going into the fall and all the restrictions seem to come back, stay the same or simply not go away any time soon. It makes me wonder if the travel industry will survive all of that? Are we ever going to travel the way we used to?
By Martyna Dearing6 years ago in Wander
2700 Miles From Home
There is a place I keep dreaming of. Come with me, I'll take you there. Remove your shoes, you don't need them. Feel the chill of the floor beneath your feet. It's polished black marble, little white veins of crystal quartz weaving through it. Trace the white lines with your toe, feel how chaotic and random they are. We're in a building, a home, with one singular room. All the space is wide open like a ranch style house with no interior walls.
By M R Britton6 years ago in Wander
My Camino de Santiago
The Camino de Santiago. Many journeys to the same place, and for me a total of 900 kilometers from the French Pyranees, through Santiago de Compostella, and on to Finisterre - the western coast of Spain or the end of the world as it was known to the pilgrims who undertook this journey over 1000 years ago. Why did I do this thing? I'm by no means a crazy hiker. I didn't train for this and really, I had no idea what I was in for. All I knew was that after ending an 18 year relationship, I was broken and lost. I desperately needed some time out - a life break, if you like. Some space away from everything familiar to process what had happened and work out what was next. And time to heal. For whatever reason, I had the sense that the Camino would do that. I think I thought that walking a really long way would somehow magically heal me and that I would suddenly know what needed to come next. Maybe by pushing my physical boundaries, I would unravel something inside and things would just fall into place? Well, that sounds crazy. What on earth was I thinking??!
By Kate Seares-Burnside6 years ago in Wander
