Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Guidance and Ideas for Every Traveler and Every Destination

 

The Vagabond Adventure is just one of so many great travel websites out there. Whatever type of traveler you are (adventure, budget, foodie, solo etc.), wherever you are going, you can find a travel blogger to help your own mission.

Anywhere you go online, there are planning tools, inspirations, ideas, and many fantastic stories. With thousands of these resources, how can you choose? Honestly, we don’t think you can go wrong with any of them, but each has a personality, a flavor to match your tastes.

Here, we’ve decided to include some of our personal favorites. These aren’t the biggest or most popular sites. We think they are highly underrated. Our preference is to avoid the more commercial sites altogether in favor of storytellers and guides that we think our Vagabond audience would relate to.

If you’re looking for more travel content, start with these recommendations and please come back here often as we’re always discovering new adventurers with their own unique takes on getting around the world.

And if you don’t mind, leave a comment below on our selections and please recommend your own favorite travel blogs. Perhaps we can add it to our list!

Great and, Dare We Say, Underrated Travel Blogs?

Just One for the Road

Rupert is a kindred soul. With time to travel the world, he has created a fantastic library of stories from destinations anywhere you might look, along with a nice filter to guide you towards your next favorite spot. He even suggests his own set of travel reading recommendations that are a nice complement to our own favorite travel adventure stories.

Two Birds Breaking Free

Eoghan and Jili write about budget travel, mostly through Asia. Whether you’re looking for inspiration or practical travel ideas you’ll do well to take a look at their work. We especially like their Travel Philosophy.

We also love that they aim for the lesser known spots.

Our own adventure into Asia hasn’t begun (continent #6 coming 2025) , but we’re happy to have drawn some ideas from their exploits.

Perfect Day Somewhere

Perfect Day is written by an ambitious data scientist named Kasia who somehow manages to get about constantly despite managing a career in one of the hottest fields around. We are particularly fond of her delight with “curious humans,” a fascination that Vagabond Adventure readers will recognize in our own work.

She delivers some practical and fun itineraries you should check out. We recently told our own story traveling Into the Sahara via Merzouga. Compare notes by reading up on her own Merzouga Tour.

Fshoq!

Besides being an avid traveler Wojtek is a fantastic photographer. We have to commend him for having one of the most elegant websites we’ve seen that includes this stunning interactive map of his travel destinations.

His travel posts are efficient and tailored to narrow topics. But the range of topics he delivers is what impresses us, with categories covering environmental, family, adventure, and even suggestions for moving your residence.

Travelfoss

Diana and Steve are a Romanian couple who have been traveling nomadically for nearly a decade. They don’t like to think of themselves as nomads, but their travel schedule is quite impressive. Of course, a decade of excursions across all 7 continents and 50 countries has left a wealth of content for us to enjoy.

Their diverse portfolio includes travel tips, destinations, and itineraries.

Heather on Her Travels

Heather Cowper has been active over 15 years, offering travel inspiration for the 50+ traveler who likes authentic experiences mixed with a bit of luxury. Although she gets around the world, most of her writing covers Europe and North America where she writes about food, cruising, and culture.

Heather’s destinations and stories don’t overlap much with our own, in topic or location, making her site an excellent complement to the Vagabond Adventure.



 Resource: https://vagabond-adventure.com/recommendations/favorite-best-underrated-travel-blogs-and-travel-resources

Monday, July 28, 2025

Grand Gallery at Luxor Temple complex

 Grand Gallery at Luxor Temple complex where 96 enormous columns rise to the sky. From the Vagabond Adventure Day 726.

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Wednesday, July 23, 2025

The World's Most Remarkable Journey: A Tale Beyond Borders

 

It is difficult to imagine a tougher, or luckier, man than British adventurer Apsley Cherry-Garrard. At the tender age of 23 he finagled his way onto Robert Falcon Scott’s Terra Nova expedition to Antarctica and was among 12 original members of the team that set out to race Norwegian Roald Amundsen’s party to the South Pole in 1911-1912.  Only Cherry-Garrard survived.

That alone would have cemented his reputation as a man of daring, but the winter before that near death experience, he survived an even more harrowing ordeal in the Antarctic that today remains one of the most astounding and dangerous adventures ever. It was so bad that he described it to his neighbor, the great playwright George Bernard Shaw, upon his return to England as “the worst journey in the world”. Nine years later that became the title of the book he wrote that chronicled the experience. In 1996 National Geographic rated the book the best true adventure story ever written, topping a list of 100 stories that included William Clark’s and Meriweather Lewis’ Journal and Marco Polo’s Travels.

Cherry-Garrard, Wilson and Bowers

The adventure happened because the expedition’s chief scientist Dr. Edward “Bill” Wilson had a mission he wanted to complete. Wilson had it in his head to gather the unhatched eggs of Emperor Penguins (themselves later made famous in the 2005 documentary March of the Penguins). Scientific theory at the time held that the embryos of the flightless, and therefore primitive, birds would provide valuable insights into the evolutionary links  between modern birds and dinosaurs.

Scott was opposed to the trip, but Wilson finally convinced him that a small expedition could be mounted before the whole team set off for the South Pole the following spring. So when Scott’s ship, the Terra Nova, set sail from Cardiff, Wales for Antarctica’s McMurdo Sound June 15, 1910, Wilson had his plan in place.  It would call for three men to haul 757 pounds of supplies and equipment on two 9 foot sledges 60 miles from the expedition’s base camp at Cape Evans to the far side of Ross Island across the Ross Ice Shelf past Mount Terror to Cape Crozier, all of it in the dead of the Antarctic winter. That was the only time emperor penguin fathers were known to wait out the frigid winds and weather at the edge of the sea, and protect the unhatched eggs penguin mothers left in their care in the fall. This in itself is one of the more stunning examples of paternal devotion in nature.

Cherry-Garrard idolized Wilson, but it was too bad for him that the scientist had taken him under his wing and made him an assistant Zoologist on the expedition. That, and his youth, were likely the reasons he was chosen to accompany the scientist along with Lieutenant Henry 'Birdie' Bowers.

On June 22, 1911 (the shortest day of the winter) the three set off from camp hauling their sledges without the help of dogs or ponies in almost total darkness to face gale force winds and withstand temperatures that some nights plummeted to 77 degrees F below zero. (That’s a wind chill factor of −140º F. ) Some days the men hauled the sledges no more than a mile, often having to pull one ahead, then walk back to haul the other so that for every mile advanced, three had to be covered.

The unearthly cold made doing the most routine jobs nearly impossible. There was no warm place to go. Tying ropes, striking matches, handling gear and preparing meals, all necessary for setting up and breaking down camp, took a total of nine hours each day. If hands were exposed for even a few seconds, frostbite set in. The moisture of their bodies and breathing didn’t evaporate as it normally does, but instead froze on their faces and beards and inside their clothing, encasing them in a kind of hardened exoskeleton if they stopped moving for very long. Their state-of-the-art reindeer sleeping bags would thaw and grow mushy at night as they slept in them, but then, having absorbed the moisture of their bodies, would rapidly freeze once they crawled out in the morning, making them more like sarcophaguses than bedding. Touching bare skin to any kind of metal was like applying a blowtorch to it, instantly freezing and blistering it. Every day was a battle to save their toes, feet and hands from the triple threat of wind, moisture and cold.

And then there was the darkness. Day and night were essentially indistinguishable, and time tended to slide this way and that without regard to the actual hour of the day. When they awoke they undertook their marches in blackness. Around noon the sun would rise close enough to the horizon to shed a thin halo of light, and then quickly disappear. Cloudless nights with a full-moon (extremely rare) provided more illumination than the noon day sun.

“I don’t believe minus seventy temperatures would be bad in daylight,” Cherry-Garrard wrote in his book, “when you could see where you were going…; could read your watch to see if the blissful moment of getting out of your bag was come without groping in the snow all about; when it would not take five minutes to lash up the door of the tent, and five hours to get started in the morning …” “We slept,” he later wrote, “as men sleep on the rack.”

Through all of this they subsisted on butter, pemmican, tea, hot water and specially made “Antarctic” biscuits designed to provide maximum calories and nutrition.

More than once the men were sure they wouldn’t make it, but after 19 days of frigid hell they managed to haul the sledges through the foothills of Mount Terror to the edge of Crozier Bay where they beheld thousands of emperor penguins standing resolutely in the Antarctic night, their unhatched offspring tucked snugly between their feet, feathers and their enveloping stomachs. The storms came, the winds howled, the temperatures plummeted, yet the birds stood against it all, taut, unflagging and indomitable.  Looking out over the scene Cherry-Garrard wrote in a kind of awe that the land, “Seemed to cast a spell of cold immensity, vague, ponderous, a breeding place of wind and drift and darkness. God! What a place.”

The worst came after they arrived.

The men built a small hut, fitted it with a wooden roof and lashed their tent to it on the leeward side of a small outcropping of rock above Crozier Bay. The idea was that this would provide them something better than the tent they had been huddling within for the past three weeks. Before they completed it, they visited the rookery, retrieved several eggs (three eventually made it to England), and completed drawings of the amazing site under the thin noon sun. Then a winter storm closed on them and smashed the little outpost like a hammer.

The men huddled in the igloo as the winds topped force 11, 75 miles an hour. The wind roared, “As though the earth was torn to pieces.” And then their worst nightmare. First their tent was ripped from its moorings and disappeared in the wall of snow the blizzard had become, and then the block and canvas roof of their igloo tore apart. They were left entirely exposed at −12 Fahrenheit in a black storm whose winds were approaching hurricane force. They may as well have been on Mars. For 36 black hours they huddled in their sleeping bags as the snow drifted around them, shivering, waiting.

Amazingly when the storm had passed all three were still alive and frostbite had failed to take any of their digits, toes or limbs. Even more amazing was their discovery, a half mile from their shattered hut, of the tent that was the key to their continued survival. Without it they could never hope to make it the 60 miles back to base camp. Now they had a chance.

With their eggs safely stowed among their gear, they began the slog back to Cape Evans with their broken tent, crippled cook stove and battered bodies. Growing weaker each day, they marched through the night-day, pummeled by more unrelenting snow and wind.

“The day’s march was bliss compared to the night’s rest,” wrote Cherry-Garrard, “and both were awful.” 

At one point two of them fell into a crevasse nearly pulling the sledge and their third companion with them into the abyss. But somehow they managed to crawl out and five days later, drawing on reserves of human courage and perseverance most of us couldn’t even imagine, they made it back to camp. No one even saw them coming, until one of the team opened the door of their warm winter hut and said, “Good God! Here is the Crozier Party!”

Their clothes had to be cut off they were so hardened, and when at last they could sleep, they did, on and off for days, in between luscious meals and gallons of hot chocolate and tea. Said Cherry-Garrard, “…our beds are the height of all our pleasures.”

The experience had bonded the Cherry-Garrard, Birdie, and Bill Wilson as few men could possibly be joined. But within a year Wilson, along with the apparently indestructible Birdie Bowers and Scott himself would all be dead, victims of the expedition’s failed race to the South Pole. Cherry-Garrard, who had been ordered to return to base because of a food shortage, later found their bodies in what was left of their tent, 11 miles short of their next cache of food. 

Scott was the last to die and closed out his diary with these words, “We are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more.” And then one last sentence, a plea: “For God’s sake look after our people.”

And what came of the three eggs that in Cherry-Garrard’s words, three humans “had strained to the utmost extremity of human endurance” to bring out of the Antarctic night? The British Museum of Natural History accepted them without fanfare, unceremoniously really. Cherry-Garrard had to wait all day cooling his heels outside the office of the Chief Custodian to receive a receipt for their delivery. Eventually the scientific verdict was that while the effort to retrieve the eggs was admirable, they did not really shed any new light on the evolution of birds, or their connection to dinosaurs.

Cherry-Garrard managed to live another 46 years after his return to England. His book, published in 1922, is universally considered a classic. Later in life he developed what we would now call post-traumatic stress disorder. He spent many years bed ridden as the result of his Antarctic adventures. He married late in life, in his fifties, and chose not to have any children because he feared he might pass along the mental illnesses from which he believed he suffered. He said that writing his story down, helped him deal with his demons.

Resource: https://vagabond-adventure.com/library/the-worst-journey-in-the-world

Friday, July 18, 2025

Unveiling the Mysteries of Morocco

 

I had been looking forward to this day for years and the idea of finally making it across the Straits of Gibraltar (the Pillars of Hercules to the ancients) had me giddy with excitement. The modern Kingdom of Morocco was created in August 1956, but its roots go far deeper. To me it was one of those fabled countries, a place of mystery and enchantment where men in their djeelabas and and women in their hijabs walked the clamoring markets; where descendants of Neanderthals had migrated from Africa into Europe and Hannibal had massed his armies for an assault on the Roman Empire; where the Moors and Celts, Phoenicians, Portuguese and Spanish had changed and exchanged the fortunes of millions again and again whether it was the caliphates of Islam pouring into Andalusian Spain or Franco raising his fascist army before cutting that nation in two and auguring the slaughter of World War II. Indeed Spain and Morocco were in many ways kindred, if uneasy, cousins despite living on separate continents and being separated by two religions long at one another’s throats. To me that only made Morocco’s imminent arrival more intriguing. We were ready … except now there was a problem.

Heading south from London through the vineyards and farmlands of France and Spain.

It was at breakfast the morning we were to depart Algeciras that we got word that cash, and cash only, must be used to buy the local bus ticket to Tarifa.  I was carrying a single Euro in my pocket. Now I had a half an hour to solve the problem and began madly combing the town in search of an ATM, or some bank or a Bureau of Exchange. Nothing. I returned to the hotel lobby, dejected and Euro-less, when a young lady we had spoken to earlier at the front desk said she had arranged special permission at the bus station (right next door) allowing us to pay for our tickets with a credit card. I wanted to kiss the woman (inappropriate) so instead I spat out a, “Muchas gracias” way too loudly and way too many times before (much to her relief, I’m sure) we heaved up our bags and walked to the bus station next door. In two minutes we had the tickets in hand.

Tarifa

The ride to Tarifa swung us at a leisurely pace through the suburbs of Algeciras and over a mountain pass, down twisting roads and then to a ridge where I beheld the Straits of Gibraltar, and beyond, the vast continent of Africa – home to humanity.

As the bus swung onto a ridge above Tarifa, I could make out the Straits of Gibraltar and the coast of the African continent.

The grandness of this vision disappeared when our bus pulled into a little parking lot and we were all unceremoniously instructed to depart. It turned out that we were not to be dropped at the ferry station, but simply deposited somewhere in the middle of the town to be hopelessly lost the moment we stepped off the bus. I blundered through some bad Spanish and asked the driver, “Donde esta ferry??” 

More than once this bus driver had surely heard some clueless tourist ask this question, and his response  was to vaguely wave his hands in the general direction of the Mediterranean, then, suddenly say in perfect English, “You may get a taxi."

Well yeah, I thought, if I knew where to find one and I spoke fluent Spanish.

We stood in the Andalusian heat and looked around. A young woman, Norwegian I think, tried to help us find a taxi. She pulled out her phone and in her best, but not great, Spanish failed to get help. And then suddenly she departed because her our own taxi showed up. (She was heading INTO Spain, not out.) Cyn and I snatched at our phones and jabbed at Apple Maps. Maybe we could walk. How far away could the ferry be? After much tapping and swiping, we finally located the ferry office,  and ourselves in relation to it. We were a mile apart.

We began walking into winds gusting 40 miles an hour. This did not help our progress. Tarifa is a classic beach town with small shops festooned inside and out with caps, towels, fast food and beach paraphernalia of every kind, all of which would have been perfectly at home along Mission Beach in San Diego or a Jersey Shore boardwalk. In the brilliant sun the buildings looked as bright and colorful as Edward Hopper paintings. We dragged ourselves over cobble-stoned backstreets and followed Apple Maps down a long hill to the town’s ancient castle and then into the docks where with amazing speed we filled out our paperwork, showed our tickets and made it through security to await the ferry.

We boarded the ferry to Tangier. Across the street sat the Castle of Tarifa,  built in 960 by Abd-ar-Rahman III, Caliph of Córdoba, a sign that for 500 years the Moors once ruled much of Spain.

At last, I thought, we’ll make it. The plan was to spend the next three weeks there, where, I hoped, we’d get a proper dose of the place. Our explorations of North America — Newfoundland, the American West, El Chepe, the Baja 1000, Vancouver and Victoria had all been wonderful, but I was looking forward to getting outside our element, exploring a culture and world that wasn’t as rooted in the Western European/North American zeitgeist we had been experiencing the previous six months.

Suddenly for reasons I still can’t precisely explain, I became concerned about passing through Moroccan security. Irrational fears that our bags would be upended and everything in them thoroughly scoured arose. There was no reason for this except that anytime I pass from one country to another my guts get to rumbling.  We had nothing to fear except the world’s bureaucrats, often determined to prove their importance by fussing with some senseless detail or other designed to ruin your day. I knew they could do plenty of damage in any language when they wanted to. But once we boarded and the ship pulled into the Straits, I reminded myself to focus on the sleek, clean ferry and enjoy an hour of quiet as we churned toward the minarets and ancient walls of Tangier.

Arriving in the fabled city of Tangier, founded as a Phoenician trading post 3000 years ago.

All of my concerns were meritless. We passed through customs with ‘nary a raised eyebrow. All of the work with passports was taken care of on the ship -  efficiently handled by three Moroccan customs agents who sat in their neat uniforms behind plexiglass counters. On debarkation we strolled into and out of the ferry building with nothing more than a desultory wave from security, and passed into the broad parking lot to find the driver we had arranged (with Frontiers Travel in Pittsburgh), holding a sign with the name WALTER on it.

You may call me wimp for arranging a driver in Morocco, but there were good reasons for it. Not only was my high school French abysmal (French is one of Morocco’s official languages), but my Arabic, together with its Semitic alphabet (اَلْعَرَبِيَّةُ),  which I knew would be plastered on every road sign throughout the country, was non-existent. Without someone who spoke some English, we’d be as lost as orphans. So I was grateful for Jabriel, our driver, as he stood in the stiff breeze like a sentry. I immediately sensed we were in good hands. As we walked toward him, as if on cue, I heard the adhān (Muslim call to prayer) echo across the docks from a nearby mosque. The words rung out in Arabic …

Tangier - a Muslim call to prayer

“Allah is Great! I bear witness that there is no diety worthy of worship but Allah. I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah. Hasten to prayer. Hasten to success. Prayer is better than sleep. Allah is the greatest. There is no diety worthy of worship but Allah.”

Yes, we had arrived in Morocco.

Jabriel, a delightful but reserved man, long of frame and silver-haired, preferred speaking French or Spanish or Arabic, but was passable enough in English to chat a bit and get us to our hotel, the El Minzah. The El Minzah is one of Tangier’s most famous accommodations, home at various times to the likes of Omar Sharif, Aristotle Onassis, Yves Saint Laurent, Rita Hayworth, Richard Harris, Oscar Wilde, Roger Moore, Allen Ginsberg, Paul Bowles, Ralph Fiennes, Henri Matisse and Andre Guide. Maybe the El Minzah’s best days were behind it now, but it was hardly a dump. I loved it’s style. It reminded me a bit of an aging movie star. Still handsome and graceful with great bones. A concierge paraded us around the grounds in stately fashion, and I walked with my head on a swivel taking in the pool outside with its great sweeping palms and olive trees below a carpet of emerald green grass, the terrace where you could have fruit and mint tea or a handcrafted cocktail brought to you by hushed waiters dressed in short dark suits, and beyond that a restaurant with broad French doors that opened to a spectacular view of the Straits that ancient humans had somehow navigated 400,000 years earlier. 

Views of the El Minzah Hotel, Tangier - The entrance, our bellman, the room and gardens

I felt as though we had stepped back into the 1930s and wondered if Humphrey Bogart or Lauren Bacall might walk by.  Soon our bellman, decked out in his kandresse and fez was leading us along its corridors where we quickly settled into our generous room, and prepared to prowl the streets to see what trouble we might get into.

Stone stairs make up a sidewalk climbing among Moroccan shops

The trouble we found was the Diblu Restaurant near Tangier’s docks. We had walked the city’s steep steps past small eateries and shops wreathed with colorful scarves, sunglasses, djellabas, takchitas, qandrissi trousers, pipes, slippers, shirts, you name it. Moroccans are an entrepreneurial lot and  I quickly learned stores and markets are everywhere. The Diblu was the right place for a couple of famished Americans. The restaurant was a local hangout, and our proprietor/waiter greeted  us with a gleaming smile, coaxing us in excellent English to relax and sit down. He was a tidy, small young man with piercing black eyes.  He moved so quickly I thought there might be cloned versions of him as he laid down a menu, bottled water and mint tea. Soon he deposited a huge, uncooked white fish on a broad platter in front of us. "Very fresh! You eat this,” he said, his teeth sparkling against the black sandpaper of his beard, “and I promise you'll be back tomorrow."

We gave it a thumbs up and the meal was absolutely delicious. Spectacular food is common in Morocco. We would learn that soon enough.  Meanwhile, as we wolfed down the meal, our host taught us a couple of Arabic phrases which we slipped into our back pockets: Inshallah - a greeting or way of saying be well; literally “God is good or may God be with you.” Salaam - “hello.” And Shukrann with a touch of an “ah” at the end for “thank you.” They would, I hoped, come in handy for our upcoming explorations of Tangier the next day.

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Resource: https://vagabond-adventure.com/library/the-mysteries-of-morocco

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

The 10 Greatest Travel-Adventure Books Ever

 

10. Into Thin Air - By John Krakauer

Despite being a true story about a misbegotten group of tourists attempting to climb the summit of Mt. Everest, John Krakauer’s book often leaves even fine novels in the literary dust. The story he tells rises, like the great peak itself, slowly, and then builds to a remarkable climax. Each of the characters is brought alive by Krakauer’s careful and detailed descriptions as they make their way upward; their backstories carefully tossed like seeds throughout the book so that when the climax (or multiple climaxes) arrive, the effect is horrifying, sad, exhilarating and satisfying all at the same time. The research Krakauer did to write the book places him in the pantheon of great narrative non-fiction writers like Tom Wolfe and Truman Capote. If you haven’t bought it, do so now and enjoy every minute. On Barnes & Noble.

9. Seven Pillars of Wisdom - By T. E. Lawrence

In this book T.E. Lawrence, the inspiration for the epic David Lean film Lawrence of Arabia, relates his own rise among the Arab tribes to help overthrow Ottoman rule during World War I. It’s an astounding story and whatever you may say of the outcome, it stands as one of the most remarkable military and human tales of the 20th century. Lawrence describes his role in what he called “a procession of  Arab freedom from Mecca to Damascus;” a series of battles that changed the face of the Middle East and helped meld tribes into the nation states we know as the Middle East. The experience tried his own mental and emotional mettle as he endured torture, thirst, horror and personal loss as well as military success. His writing, which can occasionally be overly dramatic, is also moving and eloquent. “For years we lived anyhow with one another in the naked desert,” he writes, “under the indifferent heaven. By day the hot sun fermented us; and we were dizzied by the beating wind. At night we were stained by dew, and shamed into pettiness by the innumerable silences of the stars.” The story does not digress; it is detailed, realistic and unflinching, and it pins you to each page like a spell because the cultures, climate, locations, politics, dangers and remarkable characters are unlike anything the world ever seen. On Amazon.

8. South - By Sir Ernest Shackleton

In 1914, veteran adventurer Ernest Henry Shackleton set sail to anchor his ship Endurance on the ice of Antarctica and then walk the length of the new and unknown continent, a feat that had never been accomplished or even attempted before. He dreamed that fame and fortune would follow. He was right, it did, but not for the reasons he thought. He failed at his goal, but then went on to lead one of the most remarkable rescues in the history of human adventure. Shackleton’s team was undone before they began when ice floes destroyed the Endurance and forced them to abandon it. Though they unloaded provisions from the ship, they were without shelter, limited food and nowhere near any sort of help. For  nearly 17 months they trudged across ice floes, hauling three lifeboats with them until in April 1916, Shackleton decided to plunge the lifeboats into the sea and sail for some spit of land. Five days later they found Elephant Island, a place never inhabited by humans. It was the first time the 28 men had stood on solid ground in 497 days. But Elephant Island was hardly a safe haven. On April 24th, Shackleton set out with five other crew members into the open sea with one of his 20 foot boats. The other two he left with the remaining crew. They promptly flipped them over into makeshift cabins where the 22 men planned to live until rescued.  For 800 miles Shackleton’s little lifeboat fought heavy seas, frigid cold and Force-9 winds. Yet, somehow, after 18 days at sea, Shackleton and their skiff made it to the island of South Georgia. But they had arrived on the opposite side of help. So with two other crew members, Shackleton spent the next two days crossing the island’s treacherous landscape until at last he found a whaling station. From there, after several failed attempts, he managed to get back to Elephant Island on a tugboat to rescue the remaining 22 men. When he arrived August 30, 1916, in the dead of the astral winter, every one of them was still alive.  This story doesn’t carry the elegance and force of a masterful writer like Saint-Exupery or Ted Simon or John Steinbeck, but it doesn’t have to because the story itself is so remarkable. Drama is on nearly every page, and you can’t help but want to know, how will they make it! And the photos that accompany the book are remarkably stark and beautiful. (You can buy an e-book version of this book with original maps, pictures and drawings for $2.99 at our Vagabond Adventure store.

7. The Great Railway Bazaar - by Paul Theroux

The 1970s were a time when baby boomers were growing into adulthood and some of them did not want to spend their days in faceless factories or corporate offices. That included Paul Theroux who decided to travel from London across Europe, through the sub-continent, down Southeast Asia, then circle back to London by way of Japan and and the length of Russia, all by train. He wrote The Great Railway Bazaar in 1975  when travel books had a dirty name, and along with Bruce Chatwin and Ted Simon brought back the thrill of new cultures and dangerous deeds like Patrick Leigh Fermor and Richard Halliburton did when they mastered the form in the 1930’s and 40s. Theroux is a writer with guts and a remarkable eye for the significant detail. The pages of this book bring the story alive with beauty and insight and absolute honesty. He never shies from the truth as he sees it, which can be brutal, funny, surprising and moving, the very elements you want to see in any story. On Amazon.

6. Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors - By Piers Paul Read

British writer Piers Paul Read’s Alive is one of the most riveting escape and rescue stories yet written. In some ways it surpasses Ernest Shakleton’s South. In 1972 a jet with 45  members of an Uruguayan Rugby team and their families and friends crashed in the Andes mountains. Sixteen people, traumatized and injured, somehow survived, but their prospects for living very much longer were long. They faced temperatures well below zero at 11,000 feet with little food. The two and a half months the group lived together created a crucible out which extraordinary decisions were made. They survived storms, frigid cold, an avalanche, and the anguish of losing so many loved ones by creating a miniature social system that was an object lesson in human in courage, determination and the finest in human behavior. Daily duties were divided, and food was rationed, including the grisly decision to eat the bodies of the crash victims, often members of their own families. There were squabbles and deep concerns over the eating of the victims of the crash, and not everyone pulled their weight, but the system worked. In the end, the group agreed to increase rations for two leaders, Roberto Canessa and Nando Parrado, so they could attempt to hike out of the mountains and save the group. For two weeks, carrying make shift sleeping bags and gear created by the survivors, they scaled a 15,000 foot mountain peak and hiked for ten days and 38 miles to the valleys of Chile where exhausted they finally found help. Read tracked down the survivors when the world heard their story and interviewed all 16 in immense detail. He toyed with fictionalizing some parts of the book (he was a novelist, former writer for the BBC and the Sunday Times), but decided that simply telling the story as clearly as possible was enough. He was right. If you aren’t utterly smitten but this book, I’ll buy you dinner. On Barnes & Noble.

5. In Patagonia — By Bruce Chatwin

For shear beauty of phrase and description, Bruce Chatwin’s book is difficult to top. But even better is his remarkable story telling ability. Once you begin to read In Patagonia, the book becomes your companion. And even when you put the book down, his words reverberate.  With the publication of this book in 1977, Chatwin helped revive travel writing when publishers had lost interest in the art. Chatwin himself said he didn’t see the book as a travelogue. Instead he meant it as a series of stories he wanted to tell as he worked his way by foot and bus and thumb across some of the wildest territory on earth. And he succeeds somehow weaving in tales like tracking the house down where Butch Cassidy lived, to mesmerizing fables about unicorns and Bigfoot like creatures shared by the people he meets. As he travels, you have  the sense of movement and travel, but you would be hard pressed to know what route he took precisely though the vast land. It doesn’t matter, though because in so many ways the book is a journey, but one of the mind. You’re enthralled with geology and history and myth, and above all the remarkable people he stumbles into. In this way, the book is utterly unique and unfailingly engaging. On Barnes & Noble.

4. Travels with Charley: In Search of America  - By John Steinbeck

Not long after Steinbeck wrote My Travels With Charlie (1962), he was awarded the Nobel Prize for his remarkable and considerable body of work (The Grapes of Wrath and  Of Mice and Men to name just two of his masterworks). My Travels reminds you why. The book was Steinbeck’s personal effort to reconnect and understand America by circling the nation during the 1960s in a camper of his own design with his dog Charlie. On their journey he reveals bits of nation, its people, its varied cultures and himself, one simple story at a time to create a timeless mosaic. It’s not a travel adventure in the mold of South or The Worst Journey In the World, but its is a quietly powerful adventure nevertheless, steady, engaging, always insightful in the Steinbeck’s beautiful and direct language, and his unerring ability to capture dialogue.  Don’t think that the time difference makes the story stale. As with all of Steinbeck’s work, the writing is direct, but deep. Especially in this book you feel as though you are sitting down with a close friend as he reflects with disarming humor and intelligence all that he sees and experiences with the wry and authentic eye of a true genius. On Barnes & Noble.

3. Wind, Sand and Stars - by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Wind, Sand and Stars - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s most famous book is his children’s classic, The Little Prince, but his most beautiful and exciting book is The Wind, Sand and the Stars, tales of his days as an aviator for Aeropostale (later Air France) in the 1920s and 30s. It is simply one of the most beautiful books ever written, unless you don’t care for enthralling human insight, epic vision or love of the written word put to the pen of a master story-teller. Saint-Exupery was among a group of early aviators who faced danger the way knights of old slayed dragons. A flier first and a writer later, he skated through the skies on single-wing, sing-propeller craft at a time when by-the-seat-of-your-pants was the primary way to get to and from exotic locations like Casablanca, Tangier,  Cairo, Dakar, Argentina, Paraguay and Chile. The book is rich with daredevil adventures, near death experiences, stark beauty and the wonder of flight when flight was still a miracle. A key theme is that while flying these early contraptions annihilated time and distance unlike anything else before. It also opened the world to unknown cultures and people, and forced an appreciation for nature’s stunning and awful power.  Each chapter is broad and varied, but Saint-Exupéry fuses them with common themes of courage, honor, empathy and high purpose.  They read almost like fables, but stunningly rich fables, because in the end it is Saint-Exupery’s extraordinary mind and heart and command of language that raise the book far above mere autobiography or memoir. Yet, he is always humble and modest. His love of the common man is in every word. To learn more, read my article “A Prisoner of the Sands” about Saint-Exupery’s near death experience when his airplane crashed in the Sahara Desert. On Amazon.

2. The Worst Journey In the World - By Apsley Cherry—Garrard

It’s an unlikely title that lead National Geographic  to choose  Worst Journey as the greatest adventure book ever written, but it is a classic, and absolutely true to its title. In 1911 Robert Falcon Scott, already a redoubtable British explorer, brought 11 men with him to Antarctica to become the first humans to reach the South Pole.  Scott would be racing another expedition, Norwegian Roald Amundsen’s competing party who were just as determined to succeed. Scott lost the race to Amundsen, but the story of his heroic effort lives on in this book written by one of the survivors, 23-year-old Apsley Cherry-Garrard. At least as astounding as the race to the pole, is Cherry-Garrard’s telling of another hair-raising expedition that began before the polar run with Scott. Cherry-Garrard and two others man-hauled two sledges into the teeth of Austral winter to locate and return the unhatched eggs of emperor penguins.  Nearly every day for weeks they fought temperatures 50 degrees below zero and winds of 100 mph. At one point winds whipped their tent away. Somehow, through all of this they, survived. Both of these stories, and Cherry-Garrard’s frank and powerful first person descriptions of what he and the members underwent, make for riveting reading that still stands up despite being exactly 100 years old. Included are unique maps and the stunning drawings and sketches Edward Wilson created to reveal a frozen world like nothing the human race had seen. Maps and photos of the team, even as they neared death, are also included. That alone makes the book worth reading. For me, this is truly one of the world’s most memorable adventure stories. It brought both the fear and exaltation of hazard and courage directly into my hands and I found it mesmerizing. I think you will too. (For more information read my article describing the remarkable journey in the dead of the Antarctic winter. An e-book version of this book with updated preface and original maps, pictures and drawings is also available for $2.99 at our Vagabond Adventure store.

1. Jupiter’s Travels - By Ted Simon

The last I heard Ted Simon is still alive at 90 and still riding his motorcycle. But in 1973 when he convinced the Sunday Times to back his idea of traveling the world on a motorcycle, he didn’t even have a motorcycle license. (After failing the test once, he did manage to pass shortly before departing.) The experience took Simon 64,000 miles, across 45 countries and through every adventure imaginable from being thrown into a Brazilian prison for ten days, to wrecking his motorcycle in Africa, to moments of ecstasy in Peru. He even fell in love in a California commune. Simon’s special talent (he has so many) is not simply his ability to describe what he sees, but to reflect on his experiences in profound, moving and often hilarious ways. His ability to look inside his own mind and then relate those thoughts and feelings to his readers is truly remarkable and often as powerful as any insight you might hear from the novels of Tolstoy or James Joyce. Sometimes his descriptions, internal or external, are so beautiful, that I found myself putting the book down not to stop reading, but to savor the phrases like an excellent wine.  Never egotistical, his unique and eloquent insights teach us about ourselves as much as about him and the people he meets. That he managed all of this on a single motorcycle in the span of four years is both remarkable and courageous, and you feel it on every page. The book never flags. On Amazon

Honorary Mention (Available by linking below.)

Desert Queen: The Extraordinary Life of Gertrude Bell: Adventurer, Adviser to Kings, Ally of Lawrence of Arabia by Janet Wallach

Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen

The Lost City of the Monkey God by Douglas Preston

The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger

Additional books on my list of great adventures, not yet read …

The Adventures of Marco Polo Vol. 1 & Vol. 2 by Marco Polo (Available Free at The Gutenberg Project)

The Journals of Lewis and Clark by Meriweather Lewis (Available Free at The Gutenberg Project)

The Exploration of the Colorado River and Its Canyons by John Wesley Powell (Available Free at The Gutenberg Project)

The History of Africa by Leo Africanus - (Available online free, click link.)

Through the Dark Continent by Henry M. Stanley.

 

Resource: https://vagabond-adventure.com/library/the-10-greatest-adventure-and-travel-books-ever