This was my first article that wasn’t just a write-up of my travel journals but instead trying to put my many experiences into a cohesive travel article. I enjoyed writing it and was proud of it at the time, and it was the first story I’ve written that started to gain any traction. However, I’ve grown a lot as a writer since then and would love to give this an update.
My main problem was that it never got chosen for distribution. I was wondering if you guys could help me to figure out why.
It could be the lack…
When I was around fourteen years old, I walked into my local bookshop, perusing the shelves, most likely looking for the next Harry Potter instalment, when I saw it. I audibly gasped. A beautiful hardback, duck egg blue cover with the looping calligraphy of ‘50th Anniversary Celebration’ written in gold. There was the unmistakable, pencil-sketched illustration of a sour-faced tiny girl with red blotchy cheeks, a deep frown, and a pet lip — ‘My Naughty Little Sister.’
I loved those stories growing up. There are so many of these delightful little stories of the antics of the author’s naughty little…
“No, we don’t need a tour to do Mount Bromo! We don’t want to spend more time on a jeep than at the actual volcano, all crowded with loads of other tourists rushing around. No, let’s do it properly. I read a blog about how to get there on your own. It looks simple enough.” — Me
1. Flight from Bali to Surabaya.
2. Shuttle bus from the airport into town.
3. 2-hour bus to Probolinggo bus station.
4. 2 hour bus to Cemoro Lawang.
Sounds simple right?
1. Flight from Bali to Surabaya.
2. Shuttle bus from the airport…
Widowed Viktoria Gabriel (35) lived with her two young children Cäzilia (7) and Josef (2), her parents Andreas (63) and Cäzilia Gruber (72), and their maid Maria Baumgartner (44) in Germany.
They kept very much to themselves in a lonely Bavarian homestead, on the outskirts of town near the woods. Little did they know the farmhouse would be demolished as neighbours could not bear the ghoulish reminder of what happened there.
I really wanted to like surfing. Like really, really wanted to! I wanted to be all cool and athletic. I wanted the waves beneath my feet and the wind in my hair. I wanted to be an effortlessly balanced, bronzed, brazen goddess.
I had the waves on top of my head, the saltwater up my nose spluttering back out of my mouth, and my bikini bottoms halfway down my backside. If there is a polar opposite to an effortlessly balanced, bronzed, brazen goddess, then it was me.
“You are OBSESSED with crocodiles!” my mum told me every time I posted a new crocodile picture on Facebook. It’s strange being called “obsessed” with something that you are terrified of.
Whenever the conversation comes up, what would be the worst way to die? I always say animal attack. That is a violent, drawn-out, shocking, frightening, and agonizingly painful death. It wins, hands down.
Given this fear, Australia may seem like an odd choice of destination. Everyone jokes that everything there can kill you, except it’s not a joke.
The list of deadly creatures is ridiculous, and even innocent things…
This is the first personal development article that I’ve written, and I was pretty proud of it. I thought that it was a fresh take on the idea of resolutions and goal setting.
Although it got chosen for distribution and published in “Age of Awareness,” it never really took off. It got 79 views and a low read ratio of 29%.
I was hoping that because this kind of topic tends to be very popular on Medium, that this might be too. However, now I wonder if that worked against it, as it’s a saturated topic?
I would love to…
As a conversation starter, my bumble profile had a two truths and a lie section, as did my (now) partners. Our first conversation went something like this:
Me: Oh, I really hope that you saved a pigmy elephant. That’s too cute!
Him: Of course I did. ;) I really hope that you didn’t eat a live octopus!
Me: Erm….about that…
Yup, that’s a truth, I did that. Why I thought that was cool, posing as an adventurous eater rather than an actual psychopath is beyond me. It’s a miracle we ended up going on a date!
Why would I eat…
I remember back in school when answering the innocent question, “What’s your star sign?”
I would pipe up brightly, “Oh, I’m a Gemini.”
That’s when faces would turn sour, and a girl would hiss the words, “That means you’re two-faced!” (That’s an all-girls school for you.) And I would think to myself, “I’m not two-faced…Am I?”
What a horrible thing for a star sign to mean. I’d worry. Is that what it means? I guess it makes sense being the twins and all. Am I a sly Jekyll and Hyde-like character? I don’t think so.
And I still don’t think…
Food is an integral part of our everyday lives; it gives us life in more ways than one. We bond over our love for it, and we use it as an opportunity to connect with others, be that a first date or a family meal. All over the world, we use it to celebrate! For everyone, it is a massive part of our culture and our heritage, and that deserves to be shared.
“If you really want to make a good friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him…the people who give you their food, give you their heart.”…
Hi! I’m Georgie and I share travel stories of when sh*t happens. I think that sometimes the worst things that happen to you traveling, are often the funniest