solo travel
You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.
My Solo Trip To Croatia
Last summer, my time at university came to an end. All of a sudden I was an adult. I had responsibilities, real London rent to pay and work to do. It had been an intense few years in the city and I suddenly felt like I had been dropped into the world. For some reason, in a place of such uncertainty and instability, I decided it was the perfect time to run away and go on a solo trip I couldn't afford. I have a dangerous habit of diving into things without a second thought, but this was my biggest dive yet.
By Katie Gaster7 years ago in Wander
Solo Traveler
I’m on a trip to one of the cities with the richest culture, art, and history. Where you literally walk on the streets where legends walked hundreds and thousands years ago, and they were making history. A city where the most aesthetic and chic styles and currents, Renaissance, Barocco... feel the most familiar. Where every building is a piece of art and the entire “metropole” is a huge museum.
By Alina Bivol7 years ago in Wander
I'm Sentimental
Over the course of my hockey career I have had the opportunity to travel. I love it and it is such a different way to see the world than most. We are dropped into a new place but made to feel like it is home straight away. From being toured around the city or town to welcoming faces offering to help settle us in.
By Steven Altman7 years ago in Wander
Campsite #8: Return to Wakkanai
Since I was coming back from Rebun Island on a late ferry, the thought of making the steep hike to my beloved hilltop campground wasn't all that appealing. Walking it after a long day of sightseeing, or with a full belly from stuffing my face at one of the great foreign food restaurants in town was one thing (I recommend Pechika, Namaste Nepal Curry, and La Seine), but dragging my luggage and hiking-weary toes up there was another.
By Eli Sooker7 years ago in Wander
Mississippi Boy in ATX
I moved to Austin after graduating from The University of Mississippi back in May. I've been here for almost six months—it's been a rollercoaster ride since. I've moved several times, started multiple jobs, and forced to pick up several side gigs all to "survive." I found myself without my main source of income over the weekend; so I'm back on the prowl for a real job. I've had my share of side gigs—it's time to use my education, even if a degree from Mississippi isn't as favorable as a Texan education.
By Red Feather ATX7 years ago in Wander
Serendipity
This island was a new place to me. It had just been a few days since I landed here. People and their behaviour were totally different from my own people back in my mother land. For some reason they projected themselves as unfriendly or may be it was my interpretation about them. They hardly spoke. One of the most cleanest and advanced countries in the world has the most number of lost faces too. Either they are too engrossed with the modern day technology (also while on the run) or they are working day and night. Each of their silent, expressionless and exhausted faces were screaming for some fresh, soothing air and as I say, a "Me-Time." Yes. I could read their blank faces cause I too had a blank face.
By Priti Kundu7 years ago in Wander
A Fish out of Water
A Fish out of Water A fish out of water, can I get any more cliché than that? I am a 64-year-old man, who was born from a fifty-year-old man and a forty-year-old woman. My siblings are 17, 18 and 19 years older than me. Only Ida (19 years older than me and my rock or maybe I am hers) is still with us, who is six months older than my only surviving Auntie, who was the baby of 11 children my grandmother on my mother’s side had. So, my mother, was the oldest of 11 and the first to leave her home town of Littleton, NC at 18 years old and venture out to the Big Apple. She was born in 1914. My dad was born in 1904, somewhere in Ohio, to a beautiful white, blue eyed, blond woman and a black man who she married pre-1900’s. That wasn’t even legal in America at that time.
By Jerome Howard7 years ago in Wander
Why I Chose this Path
Hello there! Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Rebekah, I am extremely new to this platform, I am 18 years old, and instead of pursuing post-secondary education or a career, I packed up my life and got as far away from home as I could imagine—South East Asia. Like many young travelers, the area fascinated me with its beauty and culture, but I also had an easy inside to one of the most popular countries on the list of backpacker destinations: Thailand. I lived in Thailand last year for a whole month through an exchange program where I lived with a host family in the bustling city of Bangkok. It was an out-of-this-world experience, so when I decided to return, I made sure to make my second family's home a home base. By that I mean, I travel to different countries, but I always go back to Bangkok for about a week in between traveling to assure that I have enough money, clothes, and purely just to rest up for the next adventure! It's amazing to have not only the opportunity to travel, but also a home base to control my belongings and sanity at!
By Bekah Boudreau7 years ago in Wander
