literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
Red Light, Go
It was a Thursday afternoon. I was sitting at my desk at work, bored from monotony. The phone rings. I answer reluctantly. It wasn't business. It was Juan, a life long friend from childhood. "There is a plane ticket waiting for you at the travel agency on 50th street. You leave tonight. Cheese, Lam and I will meet you at the baggage claim." "Juan, where are we going?" "You will find out when you pick up your ticket. Make sure you have your passport. See you Later." My drowsy state quickly dissipated. I grabbed my sport coat off the back of the chair and started my journey to 50th street.
By Arthur Rosen5 years ago in Wander
The Watership Down Walk
Richard Adams' 1972 novel Watership Down follows the adventures of a band of intrepid rabbits after their warren is destroyed by human development. They journey across the English countryside, encountering dangers from enemies and rabbits alike as they search for a new home. With its elements of exodus, survival, warfare, folklore and spirituality, it is little wonder that this book has gained a large and devoted following.
By E.J. Hagadorn6 years ago in Wander
Raw Journal Entries of an Everyday Traveller - 003 & 004
5/12/2016 Kelowna 11:34 PM -2° "Well an entry didn't happen yesterday as I was up on Big White enjoying time with the gang. We went to the pub, drank too much and enjoyed ourselves. Mae cooked an amazing dinner also that Ben didn't join us for. He's still apparently effected by the breakup and can't be around me long enough without feeling awkward. I don't know what his go is, but I'm not buying into the act. He's only sad now because he can tell I'm happy and moved on. It's exactly what happened the last time we broke up. I was a mess because he seemed so happy and I hated that, this time it's the opposite and it isn't my issue anymore. I tried way too hard for that guy!
By Charlie Luna6 years ago in Wander
Raw Journal Entries from an Everyday Traveller - 002
2/12/2016 Big White 10:02 AM -7° "Yesterday I came up to Biggie to spend some time with friends and to get away from the hostel. A great idea that riddled me with anxiety. I was so anxious about how my friends would treat me after Ben and my break up, but it seemingly was all for nothing and I had no reason to worry. I was drinking with the girls from the hostel and just finished telling them about the break up and filling them in about me and Brodie when Ben came into the pub. It was good to see him, barely awkward at all, surprisingly. After he left, the girls all congratulated me on my handling of the situation, and most said they couldn't do what I was doing—to make situations funnier. Brodie and his best friend Dan and others from the hostel, Harry and Tammy, returned from boarding and we all ended up drinking together. After which Brodie and Dan were leaving to continue their road trip. I really hope to see Dan again in Australia one day, and there's talk that Brodie might return back Kelowna way in a month or so. I really wish I had the chance to give/receive one last kiss from him.
By Charlie Luna6 years ago in Wander
Fascinada
His father built this boat. With tools worn by time and help from his uncle, he bent the planks around the frame and hammered them into place and sealed the joints with hot pitch, while the summer light bent and warped in the haze of heat that rose from the metal can. Every year afterwards, in July heat, he rowed the boat from the village to the island to heave rocks into the bay and keep the church afloat.
By Ryan Frawley6 years ago in Wander
Noodling
At a table. All dark wood, sanded smooth, finish shiny. I would sit. Whiling away a morning. Or afternoon. Or both. In the days before you arrived. Why not? The beer was cold. And plentiful. The noodles were some of the best in the city. The staff accommodating. Quick to learn your preferences. That kind of place.
By Greg Anderson6 years ago in Wander
Short Stories - The Old Oak Tree & Conclusion
About 50 years ago, an iconic landmark was destroyed, The Pearl Bay Oak Tree in South Carolina. This tree was predicted to be somewhere between 600 and 700 years old. Oaks were not found in that part of the state. The story went that an Indian planted this tree with some seeds he brought from the north.
By Andrew Hoover6 years ago in Wander
The Secrets of Five Sister Beaches. Top Story - July 2019.
The daylight is waxing again here—we've crossed over the Solstice and winter has officially begun, but spring feels already on the way, with warm, sunny days and that fresh, lush, greenery smell in the air.
By Luna Jennifer Cross6 years ago in Wander
Tracing Footprints
Here. Step here, now. You can see it, if you stand here. If you stand in my place. First look at your shoes. At the gold blush, stretching from your feet and out across the paving. Follow it. Step by step. Your shadow steps behind; fragile in the low sun winter light. Each of your solid steps traces a thousand long dead footsteps. Like water marks on paper they have left invisible imprints. Black boots splashed through puddles on grey rain days; chilled toes scraped over dustings of frost. Though you cannot see them you sense them. You sense that with every step you walk on ghosts.
By Leah Francis7 years ago in Wander
Ode to California, on Getting Caught Up and Washed Back out Along the Golden Crusted Shoreline
Disclaimer: everything, eve-ry damned thing is open to interpretation. Find your own truth. I do not advise taking mine and running with it, from my angle it’s a bed of roses, but from yours you may find the roses were only covering a steaming pile of horse shit.
By Danielle Dragani7 years ago in Wander
