culture
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Lisboa Menina e Moça
It is without a doubt here that many adventures begin. By the river, with the warm air hovering and the light in the eye. Capital of Portugal after a long history, this city that is so dear to many is the beating heart and a open door to Europe.
By Catarina Melo5 years ago in Wander
The Trip of a Lifetime
Tanzania was the most important trip that I have ever been on. The first reason for this is because it sparked my love of travel. The second is that it was an amazing and rewarding experience that I will never forget. This was my first mission trip and I can't wait to go on another. If you ever get the chance to go on any sort of trip that lets you volunteer, definitely take that opportunity.
By Drew Johnston6 years ago in Wander
An Eventful Journey
Some people's idea of torture is watching a loved one in pain or being interrogated for information. My idea of torture is a long train journey... With crying children... And a hen party in the same carriage. I'm not anti social by any means but seriously some people just have no awareness of the world around them! I mean would it be too much to ask for the parents to fill their baby's bottle with vodka or for the hen to accidentally get pushed under the train creating a more sombre and respectful atmosphere? I know exactly what you're thinking; why not book the quiet carriage? Well apart from the fact that they don't allow you to use devices like tablets etc even with headphones... I don't see why I should have to. Why should I have to suffer and change my life to accommodate people who give absolutely no consideration for others? Take this hen group for example. They've booked tickets separately, rather than as a group, and therefore their allocated seats are spread out throughout the carriage. Now instead of sitting in their twos and threes and keeping to themselves like any normal, considerate person would, they're continuing their conversations by shouting across the carriage at each other. Did I mention their also from Glasgow? Oh yes so not only are the rest of us having to listen to their drivel, we're having to listen to it in a high nasal accent. Think Rab C. Nesbit but 2 pitches higher and in surround sound...
By Frankie Mae6 years ago in Wander
Travelling Towards a New Normal
My job has always involved a great deal of travel. That’s a decision I made when I decided to cater for two cities that were 200 miles away from each other and I’ve grown, over time, to really enjoy the process. Long train journeys allow for a lot of time to reflect and to think. Generally, I try not to consume my time with work whilst I travel, but rather enjoy the peace of my journey, listen to music or read a book. I find that it’s one of the few times I allow myself the courtesy of enjoying an album, start to finish, or actually sitting down to read a book or listen to a podcast. These are things I undeniably enjoy but rarely give myself the time to indulge in, so travelling, for me, is a nice break in my days and weeks to allow myself to enjoy these things without a sense of guilt.
By Sophia Carey6 years ago in Wander
Ubuntu limited
I remember arriving at Johannesburg OR Tambo International Airport the previous day before this photograph was taken, immediately I sensed that this Covid19 was a nightmare. South Africa, as an economic hub in Sub-Saharan region was already hit, and would be soon feel the impact hard. Social distancing was already implemented by the airport authorities. When I queued to get my passport to be stamped at the immigration I stood a distant away from the desk, prior I had already gone through temperature check up for high fever and mandatory being asked to sanitize my hands. I continued to collect my luggage at the carousel and amazingly the bags were ready for collection without waiting time at all. On my way out I stopped for a few minutes at the bathroom. When I came out there was no one in the passage hall leading to the Customs desks. I hastily rushed out hoping to catch up with the handful of people that I was on board with on the rather massive Boeing 737 flight from Blantyre, Malawi. At the Customs the officers on duty just directed me to the way out without the usual long scrutinizing process of checking your declaration form and goods. It’s when I got out of airport entrance foyer I saw an antire different atmosphere from what I’d left behind a few weeks ago. The usual almost pandemonium environment associated with this place was completely nonexistent. Taxi drivers approached me every single minute to offer a lift which at that time I was not interested in. I needed to insert my local SIM card, get Talktime and call a few friends first because I had not decided yet where I’d spend the night and when I’d leave for Cape Town.
By Noah Mkono6 years ago in Wander
