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@lorrainecaputo.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 8:16 PM

A Postcard from Peru : YERBABUENA
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Safe Journeys!

#Peru #Market #Travel #Travelogue
#travelbloggerscommunity #travelblogshare #traveladdicts #travelbugsworld

@khalidlym.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 5:21 PM

Delighted to receive a copy of Abdelwahab Meddeb's "Returns to Marrakesh / Retour à Marrakech", translated by Claudia Esposito & Laura Reeck @syracuseup.bsky.social. Last year, I had the chance to read and write a blurb for this fascinating #travelogue press.syr.edu/supressbooks... #AbdelwahabMeddeb

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@valrae.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 2:38 PM

FREE #Ebook today 10/8 only: Alaska - Travelogue by State: Experience Both the Ordinary and Obscure. A state-by-state look at everyday Alaska and the places most visitors miss.

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@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 11:00 PM

#WIPSnips for Oct. 6 is 'rice'

There are many fine and exotic meals in a #romantasy #travelogue, and there's certainly room for a good bowl of rice in there

snippet of a meal out of 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'rice' is highlighted twice -- The platters proved to hold steamed rice and soup, but the main part of the meal came in waves of tiny plates and dishes, each with its own small bounty for the palate. Attendants spooned the rice into bowls, which provided a foundation for strips of meat, some cooked and others simply aged and marinated to a silky smoothness upon the tongue. Slivers of fish were served with a salty sauce, and slices of squash, carrots, onions, and even whole leaves of some spicy plant were fried in a crisp batter and then served salted and hot from the oil. These were just the dishes she could reasonably identify. There was a block of white, wobbly stuff, so much like an eastron cheese whilst being absolutely nothing like an eastron cheese, topped with grated ginger root and more of that dark, salty sauce. For the soups, there was a thin meat broth with a lumpen round thing in it that turned out to be a whole fig. There was a tiny cup holding an orange ball that might well have been an octopus eye for all that she knew—but when she asked, she learned it to be a sweet chestnut in syrup.
@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 2:49 PM

#WIPSnips for Oct. 5 is 'wall'

The main character of the #romantasy #travelogue is well-travelled and doesn't have much care for walls, usually

Oh, but the stories some walls may tell...

snippet from 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'walls' is highlighted -- The many parlours of the Mongers Club each had a theme, and for the Red Parlour, that theme was the War in all its rawness and glory. Treasured arms and armour decorated the four corners, with rifles and pistols upon the walls, surrounded by framed collections of medals that had never had the chance to be worn. No one named on these collections was with them now, but always an extra glass was filled and set at the table in their memory. Six glasses of a deep red wine stood on the table. Brume claimed his seat and the fifth glass as the luncheon bells chimed their happy voices.
@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 3:26 PM

#WIPSnips for Oct. 4 is 'contract'

In the #romantasy #travelogue, one MC is hired to be the valet of the other. It's a simple, straightforward contract, and everything appears in order

At least, until the young sir makes an appearance

excerpt from 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'contract' is highlighted -- “Yes, the young master's current project.” Good'un Gorom's voice burred with distaste. “How the Ministry of Decency has not come to take it all away just yet, I cannot say. Lord Bodhilly must be even more of a drunkard than the rumours tell.” “I, ah, would not know anything of that.” “Be thankful for small luck. Ah, and here we are at your room.” It was a closet, or it had been, but it was a nice closet. The bed fitted into the deep end, above which the promised window let in the sunlight. It was, Ollover decided, not a bad place at all. For a three-month contract, it was excellent. Again, he worried where the catch might lie. The noises of commotion arose from the first-floor entrance, with shouts for “Pomor! Pomor!” This was apparently Good'un Gorom's given name, for the house-minster rolled his eyes in a manner most unprofessional and said, “Come, the young master is returned early from the club today.” And so Ollover first laid his eyes upon the master whom he would serve for the next few months. A tællyng, of course, young-faced as his kind tended to be between the ages of twenty and fifty years, with nary a whisker allowed upon his face. Black hair was pomaded back into a moulded crest, and the points of his ears were scandalously exposed. Beneath a conservative grey twill jacket, the loud colours of his clothing likely said many things in a language which the valet could not comprehend, beyond one simple word, and that was 'foppish'.
@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 2:48 PM

#WIPSnips for Oct. 3 is 'petal'

Let me see what I can find in the #travelogue #romantasy
...
...
...

O_O

Ah, I had forgotten how often I used it for -that- sort of meaning...

Is there perchance a safe-for-work example?

...

Only a reference to a public striptease performance. I'll take it.

excerpt from 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'petals' is highlighted --- Brume himself was of mild interest to others at the table, talking of his journey to this point and of the pages and sketches he made to record his experience. He'd had the presence of mind to grab his sketching book and some pencils before setting out that afternoon, and he never minded a demonstration. Not that Sir Bertos paid attention to aught but himself. “I, I mean...” the elder tællyng continued, words dribbling like the nut-wine from his eighth cup of the evening. “They, they got a half-legged churl, of all folk, sitting right there, there... next to the big chief's third son...” It took a moment for him to decipher that, as the wine-soaked tongue swapped consonants and eroded vowels until the envoy spoke a strange and foreign language that happened to be Lydish. A wobbling finger pointed out the object of Sir Bertos' annoyance: two short figures sitting at a table far towards the front, where there was a perfect view of the flower dancers slowly losing their petals as they swayed to the beat of the drums. “Bloody churls, both of 'em. What've they got...” “For your information,” Brume told him, “that is Master Ollover Sterkey, formerly of Her Majesty's Army, 37th Regiment, alongside his bride Temisia Dithyrambodes of the Boseia Dithyrambodes. A noted trading partner of Her Majesty's Company East,” he added. “They are my travelling companions for this grand voyage.” And how the pair had found themselves in the best seats of the evening, he was not about to guess. Not when he could get the details out of Ollover later.
@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 9:50 AM

#WIPSnips for Oct. 1 is 'injury'

In a #travelogue #romantasy, one is bound to meet plenty of interesting people. And some of them deserve what they get.

excerpt from 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'injury' is highlighted -- The local one repeated himself loudly, with a dangerous flick of the tail. From a pocket-purse, he retrieved a bag of summat. Perhaps it was currency; it had that particular clink to it. An offer, a price, whatever it was, it was presented to Melitza, but with eyes upon the younger lass. “No,” said the young mistress, in one clear, loud syllable that could not be mistaken for aught else. “No, again,” she repeated when a second bag of clinking bits was presented. She had height on the Teocelec, and possibly muscle as well, so when she declared “Certainly not!” to a third bag, she could loom enough to set the impertinent one's ears to pin back. The Teocelec snarled and pocketed the bags, and when next his hands rose, their claws were bared. With a menacing wave, he presented challenge to their larger companion. It was a pity for the angry one that he paid no mind to the shorter companion, the one whose fists were right of a height with his loincloth. Ollover's right-handed uppercut served as a reminder to his presence, and his left hook landed upon the insolent one's jaw as it sank into range. Melitza added further injury to insult with a kick that sent the Teocelec scrambling back to his locomotor carriage. “So... what was that about?” asked Parisa. “Did he just try to, to buy me? Why?” “Maybe it is because you are too cute for your own safety,” teased Melitza. “But in all seriousness, let us go now before he can call the local constabulary on us. There was a brew house down the way. Fancy-lad can meet us there.”
@borisgeorgievski.wsocial.euOct 1, 2026, 9:26 AM

The dark water slips, a slick of liquid obsidian over the smooth-worn flags of the underworld’s threshold. Acheron, river of the unweeping, yet here it bubbles up, a cold vitality out of the cleft earth.
#Acheron #adventure #Epirus #europe #Greece #travel #Travelogue

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@msipress.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 11:03 PM

#Publisher's pride (#books on #bestseller lists): #Travels with Elly, an #awardwinning #book by Larry MacDonald

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#Canada #Travelogue #dogs #travelwithpets

@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 3:25 PM

#WIPSnips for Sept. 28 is 'delay'

In a #travelogue #adventure, #romantasy or otherwise, delays are to be expected, tolerated, but never enjoyed

excerpt from 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'delay' is highlighted -- Would that the dark between stars swallow the local trundle lines and all its operators with it. Brume could feel the weight of the deadline upon his shoulders, though his promised day was still a full month's count distant. They were two-thirds along, and so any delay now had less chance for him and his itinerary to recover. It was not like the crisis of the Grand Canal, where an alternative route was immediately available, nor like the tangled mess of the Zudic translandian trundle line, where he never need consider it as an option. The Aferonian landmass was a continent of grand longitude, unlike his native Alignea and its sister Eklithea, both of which stretched upon the latitudes. To the north of the Napantlalli was naught but deserts, mountains, and a land as vast as the High Krut, but wilder. To the south was a thousand miles of rain forest, and then another thousand miles of rain forests with mountains. The only route—viable, non-viable, or utter foolishness—remained the traverse of the Land Between North and South, which they were now upon. And it was slow. It was intractable. It was more slothful than the powerful but lackadaisical beasts which the farmers used to work their fields. It made a trip of a single day into two evenings of patient frustration as he did everything in his power to distract himself from the matter.
@borisgeorgievski.wsocial.euSep 27, 2026, 1:25 PM

San Gimignano is one of the most beautiful and striking medieval towns in Tuscany, Italy. Renowned for its unique skyline of soaring stone towers, the town is known worldwide by the nicknames "Medieval Manhattan" or the "City of Beautiful Towers."
#travelogue #tuscany
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@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 11:13 AM

#WIPSnips for Sept. 25 is 'nation'

The first appearance of this in the #romantasy #travelogue is an important one, as it sets the premise of the entire trip

Joffer had brought out the daily newspaper, as was the merchant son's wont. His fingers were often stained with ink from the cheap pulp paper. “Much to say here,” he reported. “Little of it new or interesting. Society events, trade deals, upcoming nuptials.” “Lucky dog, you.” Willifer sent a salute Brume's way. “We won't be seeing you around as much, I suppose.” A shrug from the betrothed. “Such is life, I am afraid. What of the auguries? Is there good fortune in my future?” Pulp paper rustled. “Let us see... Sign of the Snake, wasn't it? Ah, here: 'All the signs are favourable for travel.' Hmm, that's actually what several of these say. My sign as well.” Entwan finished chewing through his current bite of chicken and white cheese before wiping his lips and snorting his disbelief. “Of course they all say that. Didn't you see the Ministry of Auguries latest grand missive? Ah, I had it in my bag here... a-hah! Here we are.” A scroll made of a more expensive sort of pulp paper unrolled upon the table. “See? Her Majesty's government is promoting those dæmon rehabilitation projects that Joffer was rabbiting on about, and hoping that more people will travel and conduct trade. What silly business! And look, they included a list of major shipping and trundle lines across the nations of the old Alliance.” “What's that part say?” Willifer pointed to a smaller box of print in the corner of the paper. (cut off for length; this thing's denser on wordcount than it looks)
@pitt-the-younger.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 7:36 AM

A picture of me and Rowen where Rowan obviously knows I am trying hard not to laugh, to let you know that #Blackadder #travelogue Blog 127 is now Published! With Malacca, 70s and 80s UK TV, and Revolting Peasants! historypitt.wordpress.com/2026/09/23/p...

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@borisgeorgievski.wsocial.euSep 25, 2026, 6:08 AM

Spetses is a peaceful Greek island where the automobile has been banished by common sense and replaced by the polite, rhythmic clatter of horse-drawn carriages.
#travelogue #Spetses #art #aiart
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@msipress.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 5:35 AM

Publisher's pride (#books on #bestseller lists): #Travels with Elly, an #awardwinning #book by Larry MacDonald

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#Canada #travelogue #RV #RVtravel

@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 6:54 AM

#WIPSnips for Sept. 21 is 'stream'

Let me see, what's an example from the #romantasy #travelogue in a non-spicy context... ah, here we are, in one of the epistolary sections, hence the handwriting font

snippet from 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'stream' is highlighted -- 23rd of Hynderfan / 1st of Usaget II The sky was so dark tonight. The moon is new, and the stars came out like no display I have ever seen. They say that the mæn of the Bynthine Ocean use the stars as their map, following their signs to journey from isle to isle. What we call the River of Milk in Zudic, or the Silver Stream in Gessyugi, they call the Current in the Sky, and the stars within it are like fish swimming home. Image Oh, to be a fish, Swimming against the current In search of warm seas
@michaelspearwater.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 6:50 AM

#WIPSnips for Sept. 20 is 'signal'

...perhaps it is best that the page cuts where it does, or else I'd be need a warning label on here

From the #romantasy #travelogue

snippet from 'A Wager for Wanderlust' by Michael Spearwater the word 'signal' in 'signalled' is highlighted -- A sigh of contentment signalled a happy collapse onto the cushions. “That was, ah...” “Perfect,” he supplied for her. “Yes...” There was the trace of a purr at the end of the syllable. “Is there aught else you have for me? I must admit that I feel the need to recover a moment first.” “Alas,” said he, mindful of a tightness in his trousers, “I have promised to meet friends for lunch downstairs, and the hour is upon us.” “Already...?” He looked up to see the moue of disappointment on the lady's red-painted lips. He kissed them as well, with gentle hunger. “Ah, and do I truly taste like that?” “Truly sweet you are,” he said. “But sadly, I cannot continue.”
@tdastephen.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 3:37 AM

Day 3 of #biketour #travelogue

And finally, back to town and to the classic Gina's cafe on the cliff edge for margarita, hazy IPA and dinner. Chose to wear my sunglasses and sit in the setting sun like a cool guy to take in the town view.

Now to dissociate in the tub

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@tdastephen.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 3:32 AM

Day 3 of #biketour #travelogue

Some bridge washed out here in the creek. I wonder what it was like before. And that is "Live, Laugh Toaster Bath" on the graffiti

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