travel
The ultimate test of a compatible relationship is whether you can stand to travel together.
A Stranger's Smile
I struggled under the weight of two suitcases, a backpack, and a guitar. I had been traveling for twenty-some hours after nine months of living abroad and I was exhausted. As I pushed my cart full of bags through the LAX airport, I dreamed of getting off of my last flight and finally arriving home. I couldn’t believe the moment was so close. So close I could taste it. Nine of the longest, loneliest months I’d ever experienced and I was mere hours from home.
By Katelyn Alexander4 years ago in Humans
How Being Lost in a Foreign City Restored My Faith in Humanity
It was a cloudy and humid day at around 35 °C in Hong Kong, when I wandered around the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui. I missed my bus stop and got off around five stops too late. There was no money left in my pocket to buy a ticket for the way back, so I started walking.
By Antonia Roos4 years ago in Humans
Tale of Two Cities
Life had hit a dead end. It seemed as if the only way to move forward would be to climb the wall. Society found its thirst for action and adventure quenched with movies and not in reality. Waking up to the same routine daily without questioning anything felt way too normal. It was time for me to leave Illinois and create something more meaningful on my own. The west coast signaled, from miles away, an invitation to dive into the unknown head first. Oregon would be my first stop.
By Getyourmindright4 years ago in Humans
First Bass
"That was a long flight" Viola said with a sigh as we arrived at our downtown hotel room in Reykjavik. I had already been here a few days and had slept the jetlag off. I sympathized with her by suggesting she take a cat nap while I gathered some things for our stay. Wine and snacks to start with.
By Naia Louise4 years ago in Humans
GOOD INTENTIONS
Last summer was full of unexpected situations. One of them that has hit the whole world is COVID-19. Fortunately, I can say that my boyfriend and I did not get over Covid, but we found ourselves in a very awkward situation due to emergencies. Last summer at this time we stayed on the beautiful island of Gran Canaria. We decided to travel in a van, a motorhome, so we could see as much of the island as possible. So unfortunately we found ourselves in a difficult situation. Our van had a bed and a small cooking stove and a place for things we took on the trip. We could only sleep in our van. We didn’t have a seating area but we had to sit in the front seats. At the time the quarantine was declared we had no opportunity to leave the island or the van.In those 6 months we moved 4 times. As it was quarantined no kind of camping was allowed and that is why we moved so many times. The police were constantly visiting us and I have to admit they were full of understanding for our situation. So when we changed the last position, the police received us nicely in Mogan, where they allowed us to stay until we were able to leave the island. They even brought us masks that were made by hand. I was overjoyed that these policemen showed us that they are people too and that they understand that it is not easy for us either. So after 5 months of staying on the island we finally found peace. We were close to the beach so we could bathe the islands in the sea every night instead of in the tub or shower. We could take out the chairs in front of the van and the table and like people eat at the table. Thanks to the cops for the last month, I felt like I was on vacation. But that's not the end of the story. When the ferry lines finally opened we went to Las Palmas to the marina to buy tickets for the return trip. We ran out of money on the cards and because of that we had a huge problem. Namely, because of Covid, they did not receive cash, only cards. We got our turn and asked the lady if it was possible to pay in cash? The lady was clear she could not be paid in cash. We stood aside to the people waiting in line. We talked about it and looked for a solution. The guy standing next to us offered to help when he heard what had happened to us. But unfortunately he didn’t have enough money on the card. He apologized and wished us luck. This was heard by a couple standing behind a boy who was trying to help us. And they offered to help us so the gentleman paid us the tickets with a card and we gave him the money. I was more than happy. In all that unfortunate quarantine I can say that I am grateful to have met so many wonderful people wherever I have been on the island. A wonderful experience that gave me hope that there are good people in the world. People who are willing to help a complete stranger.An experience that changed my outlook on life. I will always carry with me this wonderful experience and I hope this island is not the only one in the world with so many good people. There is always a need to help in life because you never know when you will need help. So let’s be human and help each other because that’s the only way we can survive as a species.
By Brigita Brajkovic4 years ago in Humans
How to enjoy a long train ride comfortably
Many consider train travel to be the most comfortable mode of travel. You've got more room to move around than an aeroplane cabin plus, you've got the freedom to move about at any time. And since trains move at a slower pace, your mind and body have time to adjust to time differences. However, long journeys can be taxing on the body. But you can avoid this through tips offered here on how to enjoy a long train ride comfortably.
By Rochell Megan4 years ago in Humans
The American in London- Part 3 when I see you again?
So, now we are here where I get to explain the person, that for the first 6 months being here was just exhausting and costly. But at the very end something good came that it didn’t come from a gift or from nothing extraordinary. It came from the heart…..
By Ronald Pineda4 years ago in Humans
Coming away I
As I took one last long look at the room which was my tiny little home for the last three years, I try to control the flood of emotions more on the spectrum of loss, with hope. Punching and kicking my worldly belongings into two suitcases and cussing myself for owning an unnecessarily large number of possessions could be said to be the defining theme of the last couple of days. Between frenzied packing and discarding and basically trying to fit my life into suitcases, my heart kept skipping beats at the random realizations of exactly what I was leaving behind. The realization that I was leaving behind the person I love the most in this world, my mom, was like a trickling pain. It was slow, steady and piercing. Tears, however, did not flow as freely as anger did. I had learned to hold my tears back from my childhood and I am quite adept at reversing grief with anger. The kind of anger that portrays me as a bitch, to be blunt.
By The Poppy Theory4 years ago in Humans
The American In London Part 1 – The beginning of everything
The beginning of everything so where do I begin, I mean I don’t even know if I am doing this right. But as I have come to lately say in Life “why not”. So I figured if I am going to to do this right I am going to tell it like it is. (“* and yes there might be some grammar problems along the way, so you grammar nazi, just hang in there). I will do this story like most things like this it will be done in parts. So here we go…
By Ronald Pineda4 years ago in Humans
How Living in Bali as a Digital Nomad Has Tremendously Changed My Life
In case you haven’t noticed, more and more people have moved to Bali. Everywhere you see on social media, girls are living life by having breakfast on the pool and guys going for surfing any day. They call it the best paradise. But is it really though?
By Anggun Bawinur4 years ago in Humans