Intrepidtravel Stories

"Meeting him was nothing short of a rollercoaster-thrilling like a dream, violent like a storm, calm like a prayer. It was beautiful in ways that broke me, and it was the worst in ways I couldn't forget. It was joy, it was ache, and it was every kind of pain stitched into love. I've always heard love is supposed to be beautiful, so why does it hurt now? He wanted to leave, so let him leave. But then why are my feet moving on their own? Why do my eyes search every corner to find him? Hey, Mr. Stranger, take responsibility-because you've made me fall in love. Take responsibility-because you've touched my soul."

After a painful breakup, this trip to Thailand was supposed to be about finding myself. Well. I found myself, alright. Found myself suddenly coparenting a stray kitten with a total stranger. But maybe... it's a good thing?

Finding a Home in Japan

This entry is about my first experience in Montreal and Quebec City in Quebec Canada in 2007. Enjoy.

Born and raised under Hawaii's golden sun, Mahealani grew up surrounded by the easy rhythm of island life-the scent of salt in the air, the songs of the sea, and the warm embrace of her community. Home was palm trees, aloha spirit, and family gatherings that stretched long into the night. But when rising costs forced her parents to leave their island paradise, they moved to Seattle, chasing the hope of a better future. The gray skies and chill of her new home felt foreign and heavy at first, and she longed for the ocean's voice. Yet in the laughter of her family and the love they carried with them, she found the heart of Hawaii still beating-wherever they were together, home was.

Join West & Raine as they journey through Bali, Indonesia on a life-changing trip in this Liz Plum story written in partnership with Intrepid Travel. Enter the #IntrepidTravel contest for your chance to win the experience of a lifetime!

When kids in her small town begin vanishing, Ellie Pierce starts seeing things no one else can-glitches in reality, cracks in time, and a boy with electric eyes who seems to know more than he should. She tells herself it's just stress. Or paranoia. But Ellie can feel it in her bones: something isn't right. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes-she's not losing her mind. She's waking up. And something on the other side is waiting for her. Watching. Calling. A slow-burn paranormal mystery with glitch reality, forbidden connection, and a girl unraveling the threads of her world one disappearing piece at a time.

i dont know what to tell just read it poetry and songs and the story can make you understand the person so try to i guess

A masked musician encounters a fan who seems to know more about him than he does himself. In an effort to keep his identity a secret, he gives in to this girl's every request, no matter how bizarre.

Aalani is starting a new job as a Journalist when she is assigned to run a story about a forgotten NYC community art movement. She's paired with Laikin as the visual lead; he is assigned to do photography for the Times. Their first meetings are tense. Lani finds Laikin unprofessional; he thinks she's uptight and disconnected from real people. But their chemistry is undeniable. As they explore the city, interview subjects, and attend underground art events, their walls begin to crack. They find common ground in storytelling, culture, and their shared experience as multiracial creatives navigating identity.

When a cryptic manuscript surfaces among the belongings of the reclusive Arthur Lewis, it sets in motion a descent into obsession for the man who attempts to decode it. Penned in a forgotten cipher and believed to be the final testimony of a shipwreck survivor named Althea, the text speaks of strange music, silent natives, and a haunting apology that refuses to be silenced.

My personal Story about how solo travel changed my life.

Short story of a business trip that turns into something much more....

For the intrepid travel writing contest ❤️

What California means to me.

Yearning for a place to rest, to slow down and to feel loved; a short glimpse of the story of a 24 year old girl is shared. Depicting a part of life that presses you down and kills motivation. Rough patches do not heal quick when you have no one to treasure you dearly. So, running away to a place where one feels home is the only way one can survive sometime.

Lavender writes about her experience studying abroad in the Philippines. There's a lot of new experiences as she's from the United States, but she is also excited to spend more time with her maternal side of the family and have experiences of a lifetime.

This story is a deep exploration of a journey into the Sundarbans, where a group of travelers finds themselves immersed in the mysteries and wonders of nature. The travelers enter the Sundarbans, guided by an experienced ranger, venturing deeper into the forest. The narrative beautifully blends the wildlife, trees, rivers, and fresh environment of Sundarbans, where the travelers experience the thrill of hearing a tiger's roar, watching playful dolphins, and savoring the pristine beauty of the wilderness. The story is more than just a travel tale; it's an experience that reflects how the travelers become part of a living world. They are not merely spectators but are connected to the ecosystem. The Sundarbans is not just a forest; it is an intricate world where life flows in perfect harmony, and respect for nature is key. The narrative conveys a profound sense of awe for the forest's untamed beauty, showcasing how humans, when in harmony with nature, can understand and appreciate the silent wisdom of the wilderness. Through this story, we understand the importance of respect, courage, and humility when interacting with nature, especially in a place like the Sundarbans, where life is both harsh and beautiful, and every step taken in its realm is a reminder of the delicate balance that sustains it.

Some places don't just hold memories-they hold pieces of your soul. My father had hands like stone-calloused, cracked, and always stained from fixing things no one else could. But when I was a boy, those hands made me feel untouchable. Safe. Puerto Rico wasn't a vacation. It was a return to our roots-a reminder of where we came from, and who we were before life wore us down. My father came alive on that island. I watched him laugh, fix things with nothing but wire and willpower, and teach me lessons he never had to say out loud. This is a story about those lessons. About family, sacrifice, and the kind of love that doesn't need words. It's about dirt roads and ocean skies, old fishing rods and fresh fruit on the side of the highway. It's about becoming a man in the shadow of one who never needed to raise his voice to be heard. Some stories are passed down. Others are lived again. Come walk these roads with me.

Martina and her mother are going back to home after an incredible vacations on Paris, France. The fear of flying could stop her, but she'll try to keep on trying. In stead, Gabriel is a French guy who is moving to Barcelona with his family because two strange men attacked them. His older brother, Simon, is at risk of death, and there's nothing that the family wouldn't do for him. Gabriel is willing to do anything for his brother. Suddenly their paths crossed. Will the guys become friends? Or something else?