fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
TRIP N DAISY - Episode 4
How much time had passed since that humongous whale had flipped the Hippie-Hangout through the cerulean sky and Aquaman, Jason Momoa had dived to the bottom of the sea, I have no idea, but when it materialized on a narrow twisty road and heading downhill, I thought we were time-travelling rather than having a mind-blowing experience. When the heavy blue smoke from the bong faded away, leaving only the sweet pungent aroma of its contents, I could scarce believe my eyes. Coming towards us in the middle of the road was a Viking riding a bicycle and not only did he have a helmet containing a set of horns on his head, but he was also wearing a pair of designer sunglasses. I don't know whose eyes bugged out the most, his or ours? Talk about a mind-blow!
By Len Sherman4 years ago in Wander
Wander
It was 6:30 a.m, the frosty air excited Angie as she tacked up her horse for the morning wrangle. A dirtied floral bandana keeps her daisy dipped hair off her face as she paces the barn floor, ignoring her coffee cup. Donnie was running a little late but she knew he would come as he always does. Donnie is frequent at the barn but this would be his first time wrangling. The faint sound of weathered cowboy boots confidently strolling across the gravel and into the barn alerted Angie that Donnie had finally arrived. Donnie’s tousled black hair was slicked back under his felt cowboy hat. If it weren’t for his matching vest and jeans, Angie wouldn’t have noticed the five o'clock shadow crawling across his sun soaked face. He tips his hat in Angie’s direction. They share a quick “Mornin” and Angie points out Donnie’s horse. Although Donnie looks the part he couldn’t be farther from a cowboy, though he wanted to be one. As Donnie fumbles with the tack, holding the bridle upside down, Angie chuckles to herself. Donnie looks up at Angie with a hesitant smile, she promptly walks over. Her rusted spurs jangled as she lightly stomped her numb feet, encouraging them to regain feeling. Angie walks Donnie through how to tack up. While giggling through her words she guides his gloved hands while her worn ones bear the cold. The horses patiently wait but not without the occasional snort or swat of a fly. Finally they were ready to ride. Angie helps Donnie mount up and adjusts his stirrups, she has no problem moving his leg where she needs it to be. Donnie looks at her with bashful cold cheeks and a sheepish smile as he quietly thanks her.
By Sarah Zielstorf4 years ago in Wander
The Life Of A Nomad
The life of a nomad adventure began when we stepped out of our ornately designed hotel, complete with mosaics and a magnificent foyer fountain, into the sweltering Moroccan heat, then into an air-conditioned vehicle where our Moroccan guide Youssef awaited us. We headed off towards the Sahara with our bags, cameras, and an overabundance of water bottles. We felt the exhilaration of being on the road again as we left our Marrakech hotel, which had been our home for ten days, and watched the interesting array of modes of transportation battle their way along the busy road behind us. They weaved in and out in complicated patterns, from donkey karts to mopeds, in an attempt to seize the lead in their fictional race across the busy streets. Soon, though, we were out of the throngs of the city and driving down quiet rural roads, the Atlas Mountains in the background looming closer with each passing mile.
By Let's Visit Morocco4 years ago in Wander
Playa Del Amor "Hidden Beach of Mexico"
As soon as our boat arrived on Marietta Island, the passengers had to jump into the water and swim some 700 feet [200 m] to reach the shore. The islands are uninhabited to this day, and only licensed navigation service providers can take visitors to see the natural wonders nearby. The islands are uninhabited, but visitors often come to them to enjoy the diverse sea life and the unique Amor Beach paradise.
By Sonia Shrestha 4 years ago in Wander
Salt Life
Jimmy Buffet wrote, “Mother, Mother Ocean/I have heard your call.” Well, I’ve finally been asked, “Why do you always end up at the beach? Your Facebook posts are all on the sand.” I’ve tried to resist saying, “Why not?” and instead, I’ll attempt to explain why “moonlit walks along the beach” is not just a cliché in my world.
By Barb Dukeman4 years ago in Wander
Overland to India
We stood around a plaza in Delhi, India, near a post office or visa office, some sort of public building with space out front where young travelers gathered. The details blur. What remains in razor-sharp focus is how my eighteen-year-old self felt when I saw her; brutally smug.
By Vivian R McInerny4 years ago in Wander
