Welcome to YOUR TRAVELS.
I’m finally ready to put more on my blog than just me, myself and I and so, I decided to open up a new section called YOUR TRAVELS ON BRANDTRAVELS. I’m really excited to get stories from all of you and if you are looking to be featured for the next post, simply click on contact me and send me an email!
Hope those weekly four stories will brighten up your day!
Nathan Altshuler, Crete, Greece
”When I traveled to Greece, I had friends staying in a different hotel than mine with daily night activities such as dancing. As you can see above, I didn’t hesitate a second in taking part of it… every night.”
Annie Fay Meitchik, Salvation Mountain
Some adventures just stick with you. Sometimes I like to go through my old photos for inspiration and I usually come across a few gems that help to remind me of what inspires me, what makes me feel alive, and the people who make me feel happiest. I recently flicked through my photos from a 2016 trip to Salvation Mountain in Niland, CA.I’ve always had a tendency to fill notebooks and word documents with musings about my life and I’ve been chronicling my adventures long before creating this digital platform. Therefore, I happened to have a “blog post” from before the blog about my little road trip that I wanted to share with you!
“A little over a week ago I mentioned my interest in making the pilgrimage to Salvation Mountain in Niland, California. Instead of ignoring my rambling, Charlie + Katie said “let’s go.” Great attitude, great plan. So we went.
Leading up to the adventure Charlie and I discussed outfit choices, went shopping, discussed outfits more, considered the weather, loaded up on sunscreen, and debated over snack selections.The 3.5 hour car ride was genuinely so much fun. We discussed astrology, zodiac compatibility, Bernie Sanders, Icelandic politics, and music festivals. And we ate way too many cookies. We said some really good jokes, and some really bad jokes.
Upon arriving we wandered around the colorful mountain, taking photos and enjoying each other’s company. Straying from the yellow brick road we headed back to the car to continue our trek through Slab City in the never ending desert. Definitely a peculiar spot in California, Slab City is one of the last remaining squatter communities in the desert.
Allowing the road to lead us, we ended up stopping at a desert viewpoint station. Charlie and I spent time climbing through the caves and on top of the boulders that have naturally formed over hundreds of years. We were consumed by a sense of liberation, freedom…the feelings that make me want to leave my belongings behind and experience the world.
We ended our day back at my house with takeout and homemade ice cream sandwiches. My own night ended with a feeling of gratitude for friends like Charlie and an amazing sister like Katie.”
Hannele Hyyppä, Kemi, Finland
” Two days ago a came back home from a short trip to Kemi with my youngest daughter. Kemi is a medium city in Lapland/ Northern part of Finland and it`s about two hours drive from my home. It would have been nice to stay even longer than two days, but I had to get back home to our 7 months old Mittelspitz puppy Enzo.
My man is working in various locations in Finland every now and then and sometimes I have a chance to go with him – I love that opportunity in my life; We get to be together even then if he`s working in different cities and it gives me a chance to photograph in different locations and to travel.
The day when we came home we first spent the morning photographing and admiring this beautiful place very near in the center, old factory community of Kemi Oy. Mila, my daughter was playing and running around while I was taking photos. Such a gorgeous place, I fell in love in those old houses! It`s a shame that most of the houses are left empty but at least some of them are still in some kind of use. Below is a few photos from the place. “
Canadians are not built to tolerate 100% humidity and 46 C weather. So, let me tell you about the time I travelled solo to Cambodia and passed out because of the heat.
Heat exhaustion is real thing, people
When I’m travelling, I’m not good at pacing myself. I want to see everything, meet everyone and learn everything. Which means that even though I’m trekking several miles a day in unforgiving heat, I don’t have a “slow down” or “take a break” button.
If you’re going to pass out, you should do it at a temple…
After 4.5 hours of exploring the temples and climbing up and down the most ridiculously steep staircases known to man (and constructed by man) in the searing sun, I may have…unintentionally…um…taken a break in the shade by sitting next to a large stone and uh…passed out.
I could not handle the heat as well as I thought and my excitement at discovering Angkor Wat’s mysteries clouded by judgment. I obviously did not heed any warning signs and dropped to the ground. Unceremoniously. There is really not pretty way to pass out.
And the crazy part? I don’t even remember passing out. All I remember was walking towards a brick wall and thinking that I needed to sit down. And then nothing…
I came to a few moments later as 6 Cambodians were peering at me from above. It took me a few moments to realize what happened and what was happing.
Someone was pouring water on my head, face and neck. Another was putting smelling salts under my nose and dabs of it on my temples and forehead (FYI – that stuff burns!). A woman was fanning me and trying to get me to drink water. An elderly man was pulling my fingers to crack my joints and folding my ears forward. Yet another was trying to get me to accept candy (from a stranger no less!) to up my suger levels.
I’ve travelled solo for years and haven’t had anything this serious happen to me. There are rarely any good stories out there about young women who pass out alone somewhere. Usually, they left there, their stuff is stolen or much worse…
And that’s why Cambodian people are amazing and their hearts are so big. They saw a stranger needing help and everybody rose to the occasion. Not one person, but at least six!
And the help didn’t stop there! Once I came to and was feeling steady on my feet, someone located my remork driver (based on my name and country of origin) and he made his way through dirt trails (and probably breaking a bunch of rules) to pick me up. They found a way to spare me from walking 5 km to get out of the temple area what to the remork driver parking area.
Thanks to their kindness and attentiveness, I felt well cared for and soon regained some colour in my cheeks and a bit of energy to survive the ride back to the hotel.
My remork driver also radioed my hotel ahead of time to let them know what happened. When we arrived, several staff members were at the front gate to help me to my room, where they had already stocked it with ice cold water, bananas and turned on the air conditioning to make sure that I made a speedy recovery.
To show this level of kindness to a stranger, I can only conclude that Cambodians have very big hearts.
P.S.: I was the 11th person to pass out at the temples of Angkor Wat that afternoon. The temple staff keep a list!