fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
Magical Moments
Few things in life satisfy my sense of adventure like travel to Europe. The beauty and culture fascinate me - and the colour! Light bouncing off the limestone buildings is a yellow both intense and pale; rainy days are a million shades of grey and the sunny days, an azure blue-as-blue can be. Where I live in Canada is magestically beautiful but there is something about the light here. As my the flight descends in Europe I feel as if I’ve come home again - despite having no family history in this part of the world. These trips have for me, been rich with culture, beauty and mystery that I’ve claimed for myself with the help of a camera. This time, I wanted to bring my paints to capture the essence and true colours - more so than using photographs as subject matter for my paintings. So for the first time, I packed my art supplies with my baggage - how brave of me, I thought.
By Beverly Furer5 years ago in Wander
Knowing Tributary
The day began as other days, especially the days for the last long year, filled with nothingness and a void of human interaction. The sameness and the over familiarity of the small, cozy apartment atop the stately brown stone building was annoying. Her eyes fell on the plaque, a beautiful image of a limpid pool in a faraway land with the words, “Still Waters Run Deep.” How she longed to see these places. How she longed to see anywhere exciting and new.
By Christine K. Trease5 years ago in Wander
The Challenge
It had been difficult to imagine, given my own struggles, that the city of Paris was once the geographical axis around which all of world literature had revolved. In some cafés, the locals (usually the café owners themselves) liked to claim that if one sat in the right spots in the Café de Flore or wherever else, they could practically feel the presence of the great writers and, I suppose, absorb the remaining dregs of their artistic residue. I once joked to Amelia, my wife, if the authors of canon themselves had heard the same tired pitches about the mystical properties of old places, that if they spent enough money in some dreary timeworn club they would begin to hear the scratching of Robespierre’s pen and be infected with the revolutionary spirit. No, for throughout the entirety of my Amelia and I’s month-long novelist’s getaway in Paris, no cafés ever managed to do me better than an excellent cup of coffee, though I’ll admit they provided me with those in spades.
By Matthew Mercer5 years ago in Wander
Journey to Haiku
Her father had passed away unexpectedly. He had only just reached his fifth decade of life and was the picture of health. A recently retired military man, he was an avid runner and had participated in many marathons to prove that he had the physicality and endurance to do it. A heart attack they said. Lorelei still couldn't believe it.
By Darian McIntosh5 years ago in Wander
Sweet Chariot
Carlinton Kneedham ran his hand over the smooth surface of the aircraft, illuminated only by a lantern in the barn. Alighting suddenly from its perch, a barn owl painted the ebony canvas of the sky as it flew towards the stars. Carlinton and his brother Valas had been putting the finishing touches on the aircraft to make it ready to fly through the sky the next morning, despite it being obviously heavier than air.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Wander
The Mysterious trail
Mahendra Pattanayak looked back contentedly at the 2 families approaching the quaint little Odisha town of Sambalpur in Eastern India. The Duster SUV had travelled the distance from Raipur in neighbouring Chattisgarh quite comfortably & smoothly. Mahendra lived and worked in Delhi where he received his American friend Justin Cruz on holiday with his wife and daughter and had promised them an unusual holiday of a lifetime in his hometown of Sambalpur.
By Partho Choudhury5 years ago in Wander
Derinkuyu
Derinkuyu (The Ancient Underground City) Derinkuyu underground city in Turkey. It’s an ancient underground city said to be from 8th century BCE. Said to be made in the Byzantine era, by the Phrygians. Then the Phrygian language died out during Roman times and Greek language began to be used by inhabitants. It has 5 levels going deep underground over 200 feet. It was used by different civilizations over the millennia. Said to have sheltered over 20-30,000 people at a time with their live stock and all necessities.
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Wander
