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You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.
Embracing Slow Travel When You Are in Sydney
Sydney, spectacularly draped around its glorious harbour and beaches, has a visual appeal that only a few other cities can boast of. The more you get to know the city, the better it gets. In this fast paced world where the touch of a fingertip gets everything done, its hard to just pause for a while and embrace the nowness of everyday life. Enter Slow travel into the picture.
By Scarlett Stark3 years ago in Wander
A different kind of love letter part 2 . Top Story - November 2022.
Back in 2018, which now feels like ages ago , and certainly belonging in the BC (before Covid) era, I wrote a love letter… to the greatest city on Earth, called London. If you like, you can read it by clicking on the link below:
By Eva Smitte3 years ago in Wander
Reasons Why Single Men Are Joining Tours
Because if you stay where you are, there is no guarantee you’ll be lucky enough to find love and settle down. A lot of American men are single nowadays. Whether they are unmarried, divorced or widowed, the fact remains that they are lonely and looking for love.
By Florence Williamson3 years ago in Wander
How Spain changed my life
As a child, I had always hoped that one day I would get to travel the world. I have seen about half of the states in the US, and my wanderlust often drives me nuts. I'm talking about the feeling we get we see a plane soaring across the sky and taking its passangers to some unknown destination. That feeling of intense longing.
By Serena Norris3 years ago in Wander
The People You Meet At Airport Bars
I love an airport bar. I'm talking a classic, overpriced spot with little to no ambiance, four boring, but very established beers on tap and a bartender sporting a lanyard. Hey, I’m low maintenance when it comes to killing time between whatever travel hiccups blow my way. Sure, you could hit the lounges, drown your travel anxiety with all-you-can-drink whatever, but that vibe is more laptopy (An adjective I just made up.) Not very social. I prefer an unpredictable rotation of people from wherever, going wherever. A swift, non-committal, non-judgement conversation that will pass the time of even the worst airline’s mechanical issues. These are the places you can meet a one-hour friend. I won't partake in those bars where you order through ipads. You punch in an order and swipe your card like you’re at a food & booze ATM. What a burn on society. That says, “Nobody wants to talk to you anymore. Click these buttons if you want something, and here are the suggested gratuities.” Ouch. That hurts. (I’m looking at you, Toronto Pearson.)
By Christina Walkinshaw3 years ago in Wander
Best travel tips for long flights
How to Choose a Seat When you book a flight, you'll be asked to choose a seat. If you don't have the option to choose a seat, or if all the seats are taken, don't worry - the airline will assign you a seat. However, if you do have the option to choose your own seat, take a minute to review your options.
By Andero Miil3 years ago in Wander
A Trip to England (Part III)
There are moments in your life that cloud things; that make things seem so difficult to comprehend that you just do not deal with them in a way that would seem proper. I was given that photograph of my half-sister and kept it hidden in a drawer from any curious eyes in my house. I did not mention it or even hint at it until my mother confessed that she knew all about her and we both realized that two lies were living in the same house. As I think about that scene between us, I realize that I would not believe it if I had heard about it from a friend (not even the film studios of Hollywood could have imagined such things). But it was too real and made me more aware of what was true and what was imaginary. I paid more attention to the racist graffiti I saw on an embankment wall as we travelled to a cricket match (contrasted with a wheat field that appeared like liquid gold, it was startling to see an attitude so honest). I noted that fruit sold in the markets came from South Africa. This was during apartheid and I made a point of buying a t-shirt that recommended that one Boycott South African Goods. I then looked carefully around that neighbourhood. Cramped homes, grey weather, narrow and mugger-friendly lanes and walls, appalling programs on TV (comedy specials seemed to have to volume of the audience turned way up for the weakest jokes) and I have already commented on the food.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Wander
A Trip to England (Part II)
It is hard for me to accept how naïve I was about life in London, even at the age of fourteen. I unpacked my bags and filled up her front room with my collection of music tapes. This was my first mistake and a sign that I did not know the culture I was in. I was listening to mostly progressive or light rock (Genesis and Supertramp were personal favourites). My mistake was sharing this so publicly. I had a Walkman, but I sometimes insisted on playing these records on her stereo. What I mean by saying this is that I did not understand the culture I was in and that I was out of step with what I thought I knew from those exports I mentioned (most of my recordings were made by British groups and record companies).
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Wander
