solo travel
You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.
One lonely sail
As I sit here on this beautiful October day on the beach in Puerto Vallarta, I see a single lonely sailboat on the horizon. It is mesmerizing to watch. Sails have always been hypnotic to me. I grew up in a small town in Ohio but early on I learned to love the ocean. It started with family trips to Florida. The love affair has continued to this day. I am a beach bum at heart. It is the same with sailing. I have always been fascinated with sailboats. I love watching sailboats on the water. They transport me to thoughts of high adventure and romance. They also cause me to reflect on decisions I have made. And decisions I’ve yet to make. Sipping on my beer, on this Mexican beach, all I can think when I see that single sail is that could be me. I laughed as I motioned to the bartender to bring me another round. I have a story to tell, and it will go better with beer.
By Robert Austin5 years ago in Wander
Why Every Woman Should Solo Travel ?
I've been solo traveling for more than eight years. I have traveled to very continent on earth other than Antarctica, hitchhiked on every continent, hiked, backpacked, camped, met amazing people. And it has turned me into the braver, more confident woman .
By Rehana Khatoon5 years ago in Wander
This is what my experience in living in Athens, Greece is like so far
The capital of Greece is most definitely a concrete jungle that is always bustling and never sleeps. It still has traces of Ancient Greece, with famous monuments, landmarks and temples such as the Parthenon standing tall above the city.
By Adrianna Anastasiades 5 years ago in Wander
The Lost Girl From Cincinatti
The bright lights force me to squint. They are hot, like the celebrities always say. I have spent the last hour in hair and makeup. I can’t decide who or what they want me to be. This skintight outfit covered in sequins is suffocating, but it does shimmer in the bright lights. I make a pouty face because the director keeps making hand motions like fish gills and I’m assuming that’s what he wants. I don’t speak Korean and he doesn’t speak English. I motion to my translator, but he just laughs. I don’t think he knows what the director wants either. Eventually, the translator tells me to “sparkle.” How am I supposed to do that? I suck in my stomach, flip my hair, and smile awkwardly at the camera. I do my best to appear sexy or strong anything but shy. Am I sparkling yet?
By Lauren Freedman5 years ago in Wander
To Jumping
I sat on the shore of Matala Beach and looked out at the collage of colors and shapes, waves elegantly cresting before melting into the horizon. It was the type of sunset that would make aliens peering in from a distant galaxy think that the sky was on fire.
By Shanoon Occean5 years ago in Wander
Visit the Mystical City of Prague
Over 4 million tourists visit Prague each year to experience its wonderful attractions, including museums, classic architecture, and unique history of people and events. It was once a medieval city ruled by kings and emperors, but it is now a city of cultural expression. At the Old Town Square, where all the events and festivals take place, are people who dress up in costumes and play music on the sidewalks.
By Mark Slaney5 years ago in Wander
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 Noelle5 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 Gilmore5 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 Carnahan5 years ago in Wander
