Taking a well-deserved break is something we all should do from time to time, however, what we do during the break is what makes it worth-while or not. I believe we all need to take a number of days off a few times a year from the mundane, both work and home. The question is usually what to do and where to go. Staying away from the most well-known holiday centers and travelers spots is, in my opinion, the best way to go. Doing something unique or traveling to a place which you don't frequent as a rule is the ideal way to refresh mind, body and soul.
Travel blogging made easy? Not quite, but it is fairly simple. A commercially successful travel blogger must know how to write, how to travel, have some marketing savvy. Following are several points and observations that may help writers to write a better blog or create a website with genuine appeal.
The dining room is probably one of the most underused rooms in the house. In order to make this room more appealing, why not see whether it can be redecorated on a tight budget?
Children's screams echoed up the valley.
We looked below and saw two figures waving frantically to us from a boulder at the river’s edge. We waved back, brandishing our trekking poles aloft like exotic insects.
As we wandered along the jungle trail, passing exotic fruit trees and herbal leaves, we heard the strange sound. It was like a man straining to do hefty work, only not a normal man: a monster man.
In 2012, I walked 550 miles on the Camino de Santiago from St. Jean Pied de Port to Santiago de Compostela, and onto Finisterre on the coast. The Camino is a thousand year old pilgrim trail to Santiago de Compostella where the remains of St. James the Apostle are kept. The route I walked, the Camino Frances, is just one of many pilgrim roads to Santiago, but it is the most popular and well marked. It was featured in the movie, The Way, starring Martin Sheen, and several Camino books.
Why You in Comoros?
“Why you in Comoros?” asked the security official inside Prince Said Ibrahim International Airport. I looked at the man, sweat already dribbling down my forehead due to the lack of air conditioning inside the poky terminal building. A small group of people had gathered to observe the hassle I was receiving.
I felt like a kid again as we endured sweltering heat in the back of Peter’s little car, careening down the broken roadways of Uganda. You know what I mean – being so excited to go, then wondering if you will ever arrive. Getting out of Kampala alone was a trick; you must puzzle piece yourself through the stifling traffic. Sometimes this involves squeezing through a tiny slot and hoping the two cars converging on either side of you will stop.
Yes, I'd been to New York... State. My aunt, uncle, and cousins moved there, so my parents courageously packed four of us five children into their Chevrolet and drove one thousand miles--but that's another story. Decades later I had the opportunity of going to New York City to sing at Carnegie Hall (along with three hundred others). My choral group of thirty or so sold baked goods and conducted a huge garage sale to help keep costs down, but it was still a pretty good chunk of change.