Travel Writing Library

“Don’t go in.” “Oh my God, this is so gross.” “Oh, Jeez!”

It was one of those times when silence would have been the best policy. Unfortunately, for my sister and me, a few sharp words said aloud had brought about its own kind of justice.

I stood 1 floor down, miles from view. I took another step forward. My lungs crammed tight as they sifted through the zephyr. The cluttered backdrop of traffic roared across the city, blinking lights in my peripheral vision.

I’ve been traveling to “the place I don’t want to be”, Florida, for the past 12 years. My parents and in-laws have condos, which are within ten minutes walking distance from each other.

My decision to spend my dream vacation in the corners of South West China, Yangshuo, felt similar to choosing exotic food on a menu, based solely on the name. I was spinning the wheel, randomly trying to pick...

When finding yourself in a dismal situation, it is easy to imagine that everyone you encounter is revelling in your misfortune. It therefore becomes acceptable to wind up bitter and twisted when considering their intentions...

is? ''IT''... because my expectations are too high, because your appreciation is too low.

This is how our group was split—the mangoes were to finish painting inside the newly renovated ranger station, while the pineapples had been drafted to complete trail restoration, all in Costa Rica’s Palo Verde National Park.

Your thought process is a unique one when hanging by the tips of your fingers from a ledge above a 25ft cliff. The overpowering knowledge that imminent death is a reality makes it difficult to move.

Africa is a dangerous place. Very dangerous. Actually, that’s a bit of an unfair generalization. A generalization I had speedily reached in a moment of blind panic.