literature

Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.

diary of a lover
3041, june 86 i am not sure what is language anymore. even now i sit with dictionary to my right, a rare thing to have these days. i was even more so lucky to find this tiny journal. it is the size of my right palm only because my left one is bigger. humans do not look like humans anymore. some of us have hardened scaly skin with disformed lobster claws.
By baron5 years ago in Wander
Journeying to Green Knowe
A little boy was sitting in the corner of a railway carriage looking out at the rain, which was splashing against the windows and blotching downward in an ugly, dirty way. He was not the only person in the carriage, but the others were strangers to him. He was alone, as usual.
By Caitlin Aston5 years ago in Wander
Summer Unwritten
Chapter One As I walked the downtown streets of Raleigh, taking in the sweet, fragrant summer air. The warm breeze gently kicked up and swayed the cherry blossom that tinted the city streets and windows pink. It was the season of sensational love, of romance, and here I found myself alone for the first time. I think this was the first time I understood the gravity of my situation. The unsettling feeling that begins to overcome your body. Tightening and rising from your gut, The queasiness from all the decisions that lead you to here. A dropout, who turns away from family and community. A woman who walked away. I guessed that was okay, if not I’d have to learn to be. Luckily for me, I had no issue confronting who I was at that moment. Someone who needs a fresh start. Someone who needs to find a place to sleep by tonight and someone who needs a job because currently, I was down to my last 300 dollars.
By Maria Sanchez5 years ago in Wander
Life and Death in the Extraordinary Makgadikgadi Pans
This photo was taken in the Makgadikgadi Pans National Park in Botswana. It is a remarkable, remote place that lies southeast of the Okavango Delta and is surrounded by the Kalahari Desert. Following rain, the Makgadikgadi Pans become an important habitat for migrating animals and the large predators that prey on them. A dry, salty clay crust most of the year, the pans are seasonally covered with water and grass, and are then a refuge for birds and animals in this very arid part of the world. Most of the water in this area comes from the Nata River which starts in Zimbabwe near Bulawayo. A smaller amount of water is supplied by the Boteti River from the Okavango Delta.
By Helen Cannon5 years ago in Wander
Life as a Cloud
As a child, she would look at the sky and wonder what it would be like to be a cloud. To float on the breeze, fluffy and free - to see the whole world from so high above.
By Rebecca Massek5 years ago in Wander
Filming Elevator Idol & Where the Dancers live?
With the Alaska rule in full effect I was stuck on permanent night shifts fiming the onboard events and bar the scenic crusising once a week this was all I had to film for 6 months, so I could either half ass it like many senior videogs or go all in.
By Neil Gregory5 years ago in Wander
Afloat
If you are reading this that means I survived being Stranded at sea and lived to tell my story. My name is Maria and here is the story of the time I was stranded at sea.
By Vanessa Marin5 years ago in Wander
Diarist: John Ashbery
I discovered John Ashbery at Barnes and Noble in Ala Moana Mall. Of course, I had heard his name and wasn't the first person to "discover" Ashbery. But I had only heard his name in the genre of poets I should have already known, poets who were so important my ignorance was unheard of. I walked the two miles from my ship to the closest bookstore along Nimitz Highway, losing myself in the bright Hawaiian heat and my thoughts. The industrial, dusty ports turned into downtown blocks turned into the border between old and new: Kaka'ako, Ala Moana Beach, and the mall opened into new beginnings. When I arrived at the air-conditioned entrance to the bookstore I felt a marked difference between where I had come from and where I'd arrived.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Wander
The Remains
The sea was calm and Captain Hayes was relaxed as he took in the beautifully clear and sunny day. The last few days had been cloudy and unpleasant. The good turn in weather had lifted his spirits as well as the rest of his crew’s. They had been on the water for 40 some-odd days now, and they were grateful simply to be able to enjoy the good fortune in weather on their long journey to treasure cove.
By William Dean5 years ago in Wander
A Lamb Among Lions. First Place in Fairs Winds Challenge. Finalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Young Adult Fiction.
Her father kept her hair short, her face muddy and her clothes loose and dirty. He told her never to speak, never to make eye contact with the other men on the ship. If they ever found out she was a woman, there would be hell to pay.
By Nicole Deviney5 years ago in Wander
Patience
A colorful parrot flies high above Jack. “There it goes – the only color this island had,” he said. “This island is nothing but brown. Even the plants look faded.”
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Wander
Good Boy
The boy sat perched on the main mast overlooking the vast ocean. From the crow’s nest he had a 360-degree view of the merchant ship from about twenty-five feet above. “Three masts,” and “Darkness on the horizon,” he calmly repeated to himself, two bits of advice the Captain told him before sending him up the rigging for his first night watch. Since then, the boy had taken this advice to heart and was now on his third straight night incident free. Not bad for being only his fourth night ever on a sea-going vessel in his fifteen years alive. He was very green, and the last thing he wanted to do was let his Captain down. So, the boy repeated the advice and attentively did his job.
By Lane P.5 years ago in Wander