Places to Go: The road to Bath knows no present
We were experiencing Bath looking from the outside in.
We were experiencing Bath looking from the outside in.
We arrived in Davao City separately, but both found ourselves trudging through local airports, bargaining with armies of taxi drivers in an attempt to agree on a fair rate and arriving in the dead of night at our hotel.
Everything is sweeter in Paradise, Nevada — that’s what we concluded after our four-day trip.
When you get an out-of-the-blue invite to a weekend on Vancouver Island’s west coast, what are you supposed to say? Normally, I would say no.
As I rolled into Bristol with my two suitcases, I wondered how this place — with its little cafés, the Wills Memorial Building, a Gothic tower rising against the skyline, and my flat’s small room and maroon curtains — would become my home for the next four months.
Every year, Ubyssey contributors pool their money together and set off to Pender Island for a weekend full of laughs, friends and making memories.
Carrying a comically large backpack, I stepped out of the plane and sped through the terminal listening to Erin Mendenhall, the mayor of Salt Lake City, welcome me to her city.
London is freeing. You could be whoever you want and still be perfectly synchronized to London’s Melody.
Submitting an unsolicited manuscript to a publisher or agent can feel like rolling a story into a glass bottle and tossing it into Niagara Falls hoping someone at the bottom will catch it. Niagara Fall Syndrome.
As I stared out the window of the plane, the clouds cleared revealing familiar pink pastel-coloured rooftops below. It felt strange coming back to Istanbul as an outsider looking in.
The Singaporean sun seared our backs as we ambled out of Changi International Airport with our luggage, but it didn’t deter us from awing at the Green City.
Like the remainder of the Balkans, Novi Sad — which translates to “new plantation” in Serbian — was always a cross-road. Novi Sad is special in its ability to distinctly capture all the different cultures that have influenced the area.
In the lead up to the trip, I was determined to take the opportunity to learn more about my heritage on my mother’s side and learn more about what life was like in Calabria.
The hardest part was probably the nerves and loneliness that inevitably comes with long-term, solo travel.
Rushing through the cobblestone streets, between rows upon rows of whitewashed wooden buildings, I thought I could easily spot the massive art pieces but somehow I managed to miss them all.