literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
10 Countries You Probably Didn’t Know Existed (But Absolutely Should!)
We all dream about visiting iconic destinations like France, Italy, or tropical paradises like Hawaii and Bali. But what if I told you there are countries and territories most people have never even heard of?
By Areeba Umair11 days ago in Wander
10 Times Tourists Completely Ruined Priceless History
There’s something magnetic about ancient architecture and historic artifacts. Whether it’s a crumbling amphitheater, a sacred temple high in the mountains, or a centuries-old painting in a quiet chapel, we’re drawn to these places. Maybe it’s the mystery. Maybe it’s the legends. Maybe it’s the simple realization that these structures have survived hundreds, sometimes thousands of years.
By Areeba Umair11 days ago in Wander
8 Incredible Places You Must Visit Before They Disappear Forever
Vacations are the perfect excuse to explore, relax, and witness the beauty of the world. But some places are vanishing due to climate change, rising sea levels, or human activity, and if you don’t visit them soon, you might miss your chance. Here’s a list of eight phenomenal destinations that belong on every traveler’s bucket list.
By Areeba Umair12 days ago in Wander
A Little History In Heptonstall
Introduction Last week I holidayed in Hebden Bridge in Yorkshire and discovered a couple of things that I didn't know before getting there. One thing I did know is that several BBC series have been filmed there, "Happy Valley" and the current "Riot Women":
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 26 days ago in Wander
Postcard from Bangor
Welcome to “Postcards Between Pages,” where we journey to places where stories come alive, and the landscape speaks with the echoes of literary giants. Today, we’re mailing you an audio postcard straight from Bangor, Maine—home to SK Tours of Bangor and the heart of Stephen King’s legendary world. Together, we’ll traverse the eerie streets and storied landmarks that inspired the King of Horror, listen to tales and whispers from beyond the page, and unravel how Bangor’s soul has shaped the nightmares and dreams of readers across the globe.
By Kristen Barenthalerabout a month ago in Wander
Postcard from Castle Hill
Close your eyes and let the sea wind carry you. Hear the hush of tide through salt grass, the crunch of gravel beneath footfalls, and the low call of a distant bell. Before you unfurls a vision as layered as history itself: a rolling drumlin crowned by a Stuart-style mansion, its pale walls gleaming above a velvet lawn that tumbles half a mile toward the Atlantic—a landscape as finely composed as poetry and as resonant as legend. This is Castle Hill, the luminous core of the Crane Estate in Ipswich, Massachusetts, where stories—both spoken and unspoken—gather like morning mist over marsh.
By Kristen Barenthalerabout a month ago in Wander
Literary Heartbeats
Step through an unassuming storefront in Saratoga Springs, New York. Let the city’s familiar bustle fade behind you. Sink into the creak of hardwood floors as your gaze is drawn toward a labyrinth unfolding, room after room, swollen with stories. This is the Lyrical Ballad Bookstore—a place where literary ghosts linger, and generations of readers, writers, and dreamers have lost themselves amid 200,000 volumes of wonder.
By Kristen Barenthalerabout a month ago in Wander
The Sea
The waves crashed onto the shore in a rhythmic pattern, lulling the day to sleep. The sun was almost gone now, and the first stars were beginning to find their place in the sky. The gulls were calling each other as they went to rest for the night, and few people still walked along the shore, talking quietly to one another. All the boats that had journeyed across the sea during the day were now tied to the docks in the marina not far from the beach. Most of the shops in the town were closed, their lights out and doors locked. The pastel beach houses that towered above the dunes were like colorful lifeless beings that stood watch over the town as the night grew darker. The moon is high in the sky, now. One old, wise-looking man with gray hair and a pensive, quiet spirit pedaled silently through the town, with only the moonlight and a few house lights illuminating his path as he went. As he passed houses and shops, he watched the sea as the waves continued to crash and swirl. A young girl with long, auburn hair and a hopeless and forlorn soul sat in her window seat hidden in her bedroom, looking out over the ocean. Her brown cat sat huddled into a ball next to her, his long tail wrapped around himself. A boy with eyes the color of the sea was sitting next to his mother’s hospital bed, grasping her small frail hand as she peered out the window of the gloomy room, trying to catch a glimpse of the waves not too far away, the same waves that used to breathe life into her once healthy spirit. A lonely older woman with brown eyes and a longing spirit sat in her dark living room, a record player killing the somber silence of her house, as she, just like the others, watched the ocean in all its mysterious glory.
By Elizabeth Hancock4 months ago in Wander
Unveiling Sigiriya's Ancient Water Supply System: A modern Discovery
In a remarkable development, recent maintenance work at Sri Lanka's iconic Sigiriya rock fortress has unveiled the sophisticated workings of its ancient water supply system. Director General of the Central Cultural Fund (CCF), Dr. Nilan Cooray, confirmed that the fountains, which typically activate during the rainy season, remained inactive towards the end of the previous year. This anomaly prompted restoration efforts, leading to the discovery of the system's underlying mechanisms.
By Shiran Pallewatta5 months ago in Wander
Beyond the Sunlit Horizon
Fahad had always been drawn to the small coastal town on the edge of the map, a place that promised escape from the relentless pace of the city. From a distance, it looked like perfection: soft white sands stretching into turquoise waters, waves lapping lazily at the shore, and the horizon painted with the gentle hues of a setting sun. Colorful flags fluttered from fishing boats, and laughter seemed to ride on the sea breeze. To an outsider, the town seemed almost untouched by worry or time.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Wander
