Travel
The Man, The Mountain, and The Climb
". . .He keeps climbing because stopping would mean surrendering everything he has built, every promise he swore to keep. The air thins as he ascends, and though he’s given everything—strength, time, conviction—the mountain gives little back. Once, it felt sacred to climb.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Charming Hotel Housekeeper | Part V of VI
An official trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina took an amusing turn when a determined hotel housekeeper, with her rapid Spanish and swift cleaning skills, transformed a routine moment into a memorable encounter!
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Challenges in Jet Lag | Part V of VI
This was my first official journey to the continent of Africa. The direct overnight flight from Dulles International Airport in Dulles, Virginia, to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, lasted an exhausting eight hours. I landed in Paris at 7:00 AM, facing a six-hour layover before boarding an Air Afrique flight to Côte d’Ivoire, Abidjan. The flight to West Africa added another eight hours to my travel time, and I finally arrived at 9 PM in West Africa. I was completely worn out from the lengthy trip and feeling quite irritable, and the native airport staff didn’t make matters any better. As a result, they witnessed a side of me that wasn’t very friendly.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Whispers Beyond the Clouds
The clouds had descended low that morning, curling around the emerald slopes like soft white scarves. The valley of Noorghar was half-hidden beneath them, a dreamlike place where the mountains seemed to breathe and the forests whispered stories older than time itself. To most people, Noorghar was just another name on an old traveler’s map, a forgotten corner in the folds of the Himalayas. But for Ayaan, it was a promise—one left behind by his grandfather, a man whose heart had belonged to these misty heights.
By Shahzada Luqman3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Beauty Mark | Part V of VI
As I waited at the airport in Côte d’Ivoire, Abidjan (West Africa), for an Air Afrique flight to Accra, Ghana, where I had a day of work ahead, I spotted a woman whose face was beautifully marked with intricate and stunning designs.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Stealth | Part V of VI
The day before my departure to Asia, I sat through a thorough briefing, but this time, I wasn’t preparing for my usual solo expedition. Curiosity filled me as I wondered about the individuals who would be accompanying me on this trip. As the briefing unfolded, I was handed an address where I would meet my fellow travelers.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 12
Due to our security protocol, as I’ve touched on frequently, there wasn’t a heap of out and about. For that reason it was pretty exciting when we got the privilege to play a round of golf at the Augusta of Pakistan, Karachi Golf Club. Established in 1888, this twenty seven hole course is the oldest golf club in Pakistan. We were assigned to play the yellow course, which are holes ten through eighteen. This nine features both the longest par 4 and shortest par 3 on the entire course.
By S. J. Leahy3 months ago in Chapters
