#Female globetrotters

[micecafejourney]

For us, travel in this current day and age is far from a means of exploration but rather a bold statement of independence, self discovery and deeper empowerment.

When it comes to traveling, bending the stereotypes and beginning their own journey to getting on with their growth, more and more women are writing their own narrative.

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The Globetrotters originated on the south side of Chicago on January 30, 1926, where all the original players were raised. The Globetrotters began as the Savoy Big Five, one of the premier attractions of the Savoy Ballroom opened in January 1928, a basketball team of African American players that played exhibitions before dances due to declining dance attendance. In 1928, several players left the team in a dispute. That autumn, those players, led by Tommy Brookins, formed a team called the “Globe Trotters” and toured southern Illinois that spring. Abe Saperstein became involved with the team as its manager and promoter. By 1929, Saperstein was touring Illinois and Iowa with his basketball team called the “New York Harlem Globe Trotters”. Saperstein selected Harlem, as part of their name since Harlem was considered the center of African-American culture at the time and an out-of-town team name would give the team more of a mystique. The Globetrotters did not play in Harlem until 1968, four decades after the team’s formation.

Many famous basketball players have played for the Globetrotters. Greats such as “Wee” Willie Gardner, Connie “The Hawk” Hawkins, Wilt “The Stilt” and Chamberlain, and Nat “Sweetwater” Clifton went on to join the NBA. The Globetrotters signed their first female player, Olympic gold medalist Lynette Woodard, in 1985. The Globetrotters have featured thirteen female players in their history. Baseball Hall of Famers Ernie Banks, Bob Gibson, and Ferguson Jenkins played for the team at one time or another. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[blastofsports]

Lynette Woodard.. first female Harlem Globetrotters. Check out her story in Wikipedia.

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Althea Gibson is first African American to win Wimbledon

On July 6, 1957, Althea Gibson claims the women’s singles tennis title at Wimbledon and becomes the first African American to win a championship at London’s All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club.

Gibson was born on August 25, 1927, in Silver, South Carolina, and raised in the Harlem section of New York City. She began playing tennis as a teenager and went on to win the national Black women’s championship twice. At a time when tennis was largely segregated, four-time U.S. Nationals winner Alice Marble advocated on Gibson’s behalf and the 5’11” player was invited to make her United States National Championships (now known as the U.S. Open) debut in 1950. In 1956, Gibson’s tennis career took off and she won the singles title at the French Championships (now known as the French Open)—the first African American to do so—as well as the doubles’ title there.

In July 1957, Gibson won Wimbledon, defeating Darlene Hard, 6-3, 6-2. (In 1975, Arthur Ashe became the first African American man to win the men’s singles title at Wimbledon, when he defeated Jimmy Connors.) In September 1957, she won the U.S. Open, and the Associated Press named her Female Athlete of the Year in 1957 and 1958. During the 1950s, Gibson won 56 singles and doubles titles, including 11 major titles.

After winning Wimbledon and the U.S. Open again in 1958, Gibson retired from amateur tennis. In 1960, she toured with the Harlem Globetrotters basketball team, playing exhibition tennis matches before their games. In 1964, Gibson joined the Ladies Professional Golf Association Tour, the first Black woman to do so. The trailblazing athlete played pro golf until 1971, the same year in which she was voted into the National Lawn Tennis Association Hall of Fame.

After serving as New Jersey’s commissioner of athletics from 1975 to 1985, Althea Gibson died at age 76 from respiratory failure on September 28, 2003, at a hospital in East Orange, New Jersey.

[blue-and-dog]

Stonewalling (AKA “I’m Not Romancing the Stone!”) [OC X Canon Pokemon story]

(Featuring an illustration!)

Note: Still fleshing out this character but I wrote this to give myself some quick serotonin.

Summary: Alanis’s dad is business partners with Devon Corporation CEO Joseph Stone. When the pair arrange for Joseph’s son and Alanis to get married, despite having never met, Alanis goes to meet her new fiancé and “celebrate” the engagement, fully intent on ending things. Turns out, Steven Stone also has something he wants to say.

Alanis checked her phone again. She sighed. Why am I doing this…? She felt ridiculous…exposed, even, sitting alone in that booth in Lilycove City’s most elite restaurant.

“Dad, I thought we discussed this already,” Alanis began, “I’m not looking to get married right now.”

“He’s Joseph Stone’s son, Lani; not to mention a League Champion,” her father Lyle replied, “Joe wants his son to have some stability, and I want you to have some security.”

“I have security,” she retorted, “I have my own life, dad! A career I love, friends who care about me, children who need me…”

“I know you love your job. I’m not asking you to change. But think about it—Waywood Enterprises being connected to Devon Corporation by the marriage of their heirs would be beneficial to all of us.”

Alanis grunted in annoyance. She thought with the end of the caste system these sorts of marriages had long since died out.

“I’ve never even met Steven Stone! The two of you can’t just immediately decide we’re engaged!”

“The wheels are already in motion, my darling! Which is why on Saturday night, the two of you will finally meet in person to celebrate the engagement. Steven has already agreed to meet you.”

“But—“

“Alanis.” Lyle’s eyes softened for just a bit, catching her off-guard. “…at the very least, meet him. If you end up absolutely detesting him, then we can discuss further. Can you promise me you’ll meet him? You might like him.”

He was already late. Steven Stone was known as a globetrotter—a talented trainer, a collector of rare stones, and—

“—an absolute dreamboat,” one of her fellow teachers gushed to her in the teachers’ lounge, “Women want him, some men want him, most men want to be him…you’re so lucky, Lani!”

“Then you can have him.”

“Oh, come on. At least give it a shot. From what it sounds like your dad just wants you to have the best possible partner. And who better than Steven Stone? …well, maybe Wallace. Maybe.”

“I think Wallace might be gay,” Alanis muttered as she pulled her students’ egg-carton bean sprouts out from the windowsill, “or bi. Or maybe pan?”

“That’s not my point.”

“Lay off, Molly,” a male teacher leaned over from his desk, “It’s clear Miss Waywood’s not exactly over the moon about this, and you aren’t helping.”

“Thank you, Elliott—“ Alanis started.

“So are we invited to the wedding?”

“Hey!”

“Kidding! Kidding.”

“Think about it, though,” a third, female teacher looked over, “The guy spends all his time traveling. A rich husband who’s never home? It’ll be like you’re still single, and you’ll just have a bit more money.”

“That doesn’t help either…”

“I’m just being practical. If you’re gonna be in a loveless marriage, might as well take advantage of the perks. Figure as long as you two get along you’ll manage. Lots of arranged marriages work like that, from what I understand.”

In the end, here she was, alone in a booth, dressed up for a formal date (or maybe a school dance), staring at the menu in front of her. A waiter came by to refill her water.

Did he stand her up?

It was high school all over again…

“Excuse me.”

She snapped her head up in surprise, brought out of her anxious thoughts as her earthy browns met his steely blues. Steven Stone had finally arrived. He had a hand slightly raised, seeming to take a breath as he finally extended it to her.

“You’re…Alanis Waywood, right?”

“I am.” Alanis accepted his hand, as he gave it a firm but gentle shake.

“I’m Steven Stone,” he introduced himself, despite someone like him needing no such thing, “I’m so sorry for being late; I got held up with something at home and lost track of time…”

“It’s fine, really. I understand.”

Steven sat down across from her, speaking briefly to the server who approached and simply asking for water as he scanned the menu.

“I haven’t been here in several years,” he admitted, “The menu’s changed a lot.”

“I only came here once before,” she replied, “High school graduation.”

“It’s a nice place, but not my favorite,” he remarked.

The silence that fell between them was almost louder than the noise of the restaurant around them. Alanis gripped the fabric in her lap. Steven didn’t look at her, closing his eyes and sighing.

“Listen—“ they both began.

“I’m breaking off the engagement.”

Both froze in surprise. Steven straightened up to look at her, mouth slightly hung open. Alanis put her hand to her mouth.

“You too?” He asked. She nodded. His shoulders dropped, and he let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed a bit. “That…takes a lot off my shoulders.”

Alanis couldn’t help but giggle a bit at this. “I take it this was sprung on you suddenly as well? How far back?”

“I’d say about four months. I guess it didn’t really settle in until dad told me about us finally meeting. He’d given me your photo before and I’ve heard a bit about you, but I figured it was just his usual attempt to get me to settle down.”

“My dad always seemed to hint at it…I didn’t take it seriously until he told me the engagement was official. Geez, marrying me off to another CEO’s son…”

“Seriously…we’re not in the age of marriage to unite adjacent fiefs, right?”

“I was going to say the age of the caste system.”

“That too.” He pointed at her with a chuckle. “So, us ‘breaking up’ won’t exactly start a war. I’ll be honest, I’m really not comfortable marrying someone I hadn’t met until now.”

“Same.”

“Besides, with all the traveling I do….”

“And I have school to worry about…”

“Oh, that’s right—you’re a schoolteacher, aren’t you? What age?”

“Elementary school, right now. I’m looking to eventually move up to middle school. My students are mostly nine-ten years old.”

“What subject?”

“Earth science.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up a bit.

“Yes, including basic geology,” she added with a smile. “We start that unit next week. I just finished my geode display.”

“Do you….”

She nodded, picking up her phone and going to her photos, passing it to him to show him the display. Steven examined each stone in the photo, his smile widening.

“Very nice,” he remarked, “Looks clear and concise, to me.”

“Thank you.”

“Is that…a Kecleon foot, in the corner of the frame?”

“Oh…that. Yes, that’s my Kecleon. He was looking for a rock I had removed from the display and hid.”

“Why’d you hide it?”

“He thinks it looks like a loaf of bread. That’s his favorite thing to eat. Come to think of it…” she dug into her purse and pulled out the sandy-colored geode. “…this is where I hid it.” She turned it over to reveal the teal-colored crystal formation inside. She couldn’t hand it to Steven fast enough. He flipped it over to examine the exterior.

“…huh!” He began, “it does look like ciabatta bread.”

“Not you, too,” she giggled.

“Hey, credit where it’s due. Your Kecleon does have a point.” He turned it to examine the interior, then paused, sighing and laughing sheepishly. “I’m sorry. This is supposed to be a social interaction and here I am fixating on rocks, as usual.”

“It’s okay. This is our break-up dinner, after all.”

“When you’re right, you’re right. But still, you better take this back.” He returned the geode to her as he saw the server returning, “Because the actual bread is here. Hopefully you didn’t smuggle your little friend in here.”

“He’s in his ball, no worries. I’ll save a little loaf for him if we have some left.”

As they put in their orders and began to eat the bread, a question finally emerged from Alanis.

“Why do you like rocks so much? Do you know?”

Steven seemed to think about it for a moment. “You know, I’ve been asked that more than once in my life…and I’m not sure. My dad likes them, I like them…my mom liked them to an extent….” He shrugged. “Maybe it’s genetic.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Lots of people have things they like and no explanation. And maybe, sometimes, you’re better off without a firm answer.”

“That’s actually kind of artistic. I like it.”

“Thank you. Are there any particular stones you’re after, right now?”

“Not to own, but to see.” He nodded. “I’m heading to Unova Tuesday morning. I’m visiting the Rateren* Nation reservation to head into their ancestral grounds and see some of the rock formations there. They don’t allow many people outside of museums to take samples from there, so I just want to get some personal photos.”

“That’s exciting! If you don’t mind…would you send the photos to me so I can show my class when we get to the unit?”

“I’d be happy to. Mind giving me your email?” He passed his phone to her after opening his contacts. She entered her contact information and passed it back. “Well, I may not be engaged anymore, but at least I’ve made a new friend.”

“Agreed.”

The rest of the evening passed without incident, the two talking casually over a meal—discussing Steven’s latest travels, and learning more about the students in Alanis’ classes. It all came so naturally, it was a bit of a disappointment when it was finally time to pay and leave. As the two stepped out into the cool night air, the moon shining on the sea, Alanis sighed.

“Well…I guess this is goodnight.”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.”

There was a silence between them.

“…I enjoyed tonight,” he finally spoke. “It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you, too. Even if it was technically a break-up.”

“Yeah.” He put his hands in his pockets and offered a smile. “Have a good night, Alanis.”

“Lani. My…friends call me Lani.”

His smile got bigger. “Lani, then. Get home safe.”

————

A few days later…

“Morning!” Alanis called out as she stepped into the faculty office, her Kecleon hanging off the strap of her bag.

“Morning, Lani,” Molly leaned over from her desk, “You got a package in your cubby.”

“Hm?” Alanis went to the cubbies where faculty mail was kept, finding a small parcel there. “I didn’t have anything sent to the school…” Going to her desk, she retrieved her scissors and carefully cut the string off the package, unfolding the paper around it and blinking at the box inside. Taking a seat, she slowly opened it…revealing a blackened stone lump. A folded piece of paper was underneath. She unfolded it to read the message inside.

Igneous rock sample from my trip to Alola last year. I had extra and thought you might want it for your class.

Steven

P.S. How about, instead of a break-up dinner, we call our first meeting our first date? Let me know.

Her cheeks flushed as she read this. She put the letter to her chest with one hand, picking up the rock in the other.

Ohhh, no.

If there was one thing her maiden’s heart hated, it was her dad being right.

—Footnote—

* Note: Rateren comes from Raterennótha, the Kanien'keha (Mohawk) word for Sing. It’s a Native Unovan tribe in my fanon.

[theultimatefan]

World-Famous Harlem Globetrotters Re-Enter The Record Books By Smashing 18 Guinness World Records

The world-famous, Harlem Globetrotters, in the midst of their 2025 World Tour today officially announced they have set 18 Guinness World Records for basketball skills. The 18 records will be chronicled in an upcoming premiere episode of “Harlem Globetrotters: Play it Forward,” their weekly morning show on NBC and Telemundo premiering Saturday, February 22nd; a compilation video can be seen here.

“Throughout the 99 years of Globetrotter history, our athletes have combined great athleticism with showpersonship, and these world records further cement the fact that our tradition and excitement aren’t just continuing, it’s growing as we head towards our centennial in 2026,” said Keith Dawkins, President, Harlem Globetrotters & Herschend Entertainment Studios. “We congratulate all the recordholders and look forward to smashing even more in the years ahead.”

In all, 11 athletes combined to set the 18 records, the second-most the Globetrotters have broken in one year. The new record setters, three women and eight men, include: Cherelle “Torch” George (Reading, Pa.), Corey ‘Thunder” Law (Chesapeake, Va.), Latif “Jet” Rivers (Elizabeth, N.J.), Rock “Wham” Middleton (Atlanta), Arysia “Ace” Porter (San Antonio, Texas), Fatima “TNT” Lister (Colorado Springs, Colo.), Jahmani “Hot Shot” Swanson (New York), Darnell “Speedy” Artis (Philadelphia), Lou “Too Tall” Winston (Russellville, Ala.), and Alex “Moose” Weekes (Lilburn. Ga.).

The new official records are: (**new records set)

Most Dribble Turns between the Leg with One Hand in One Minute (Female) – Torch

Most Behind the Back Crossovers in One-Minute – Jet **

Most Behind the Backboard Shots in One-Minute (Female) – Torch

Most Spins from a Lateral Position while Dribbling in One-Minute – Ace

Most Transfers of a Basketball in One Continuous Spin between a Group – Torch, Ace, TNT

Most Three Pointers in One-Minute (Team of Two) – Hot Shot, Ace

Most Three Pointers in One-Minute (Male Team of Two) – Wham, Too Tall **

Farthest Backward Basketball Shot off the Back of the Hand – Moose**

Farthest Backward Basketball Shot – Thunder

Most Alternate One-Handed Basketball Bounces in One Minute (Two Balls) – Too Tall**

Longest Slide Dribbling a Basketball (Female) – TNT

Most Basketball Layups in Three Minutes – Too Tall**

Farthest Blindfolded Hookshot – Thunder **

Most Basketball Passes in One-Minute (Team of Two) – TNT, Wham**

Most 4 Point Shots from 30 Feet in Three Minutes (Male) – Speedy**

Most Three Pointers in One-Minute by a Trio – Jet, Wham, Too Tall**

Most transfers of a Basketball in One Continuous Spin between a Pair – Ace, Wham**

Farthest Basketball Shot made while sitting (Male) – Thunder

[writer59january13]

The following fictitious scenario I evoke

Analogous to fire breathing puffed up imaginary dragon (in a land called Honah Lee) ye might rightly think what the deuce haunting spectre ace of spades goodfella aiming to be a poet all about, meaning sexagenarian wordsmith, this once upon a time jackanapes presently decked out like cadaverous card

still sporting fine kingly raiment and crown of thorns atop noggin impossible mission to disguise rapscallion mien, nevertheless mine true harmless colors glowingly dim meant shunned buzzfeeding demonic, horrific malefic tightly coiled asp symbiotically fostering mein kampf

thru poisonous white fangs,

I strive and stride rite to live life like good humor man, until grim reaper rocked my boat whose death on par for an impractical joker,

after rigor mortis seized body electric, hence burial at sea where mates honored wish of mine on the briny deep shipped overboard in a casket wrought of oak, where (yes) grateful dead foo fighter

hoisted into Davy Jones' locker after one last exhilarating heavenly toke

from potent Cannabis and draught of stout ale finally freed me from ills of a morose lactose intolerant impotent existence that did yoke body and mind and set spirit soaring like aircraft christened Saint Louis mine being riddled with angst.

When alive with the sound of music and robust health smitten with searing infatuation to sow seeds of life and white lily during jump/kick starting manhood, when hormonal secretions found me being naughty bit player for prime time innocent untainted puppy love

concerning fecund (she), the unbeknownst petty heartbreaker with whom I fancied and fantasized to pledge my troth

which hand of distressed damsel never tested to fit mine like a glove,

nor sanctified debauched soul asylum demise and death be not proud courtesy

Spiritus Mundi above.

Now gnarled arthritic fingers

and bowed back

these lovely bones severely jangled, when cough that doth wrack

accompanied by thick choking phlegm gagging yours truly while lying supine on me deathbed disrupted with torturous hack

panting like an overworked dog

even after the leash goes slack.

Every end of year

when auld lang syne sung

weather beaten formerly well muscled skiff wrung after being subjected to whims of mother nature cannibalistic headhunters interestingly enough poked and prodded buzzfeeeding me rawbits eroded taste buds populating tongue

recorded global cuisine avast webbed wide world across all four directions of compass found globetrotter huzzaing

experiencing evanescent, concupiscent and acquiescent aborigines far flung, where couple females in particular among the madding crowd of barenaked ladies struck my fancy

amusing themselves with innocent coy non verbal repartee, where one in particular approached

with outstretched legions of extensive alms, where colorful amulets sported to stave off superstitious shrunken skull and crossbones dangled and clung.

[littleredthesimmer]

Debating on whether to start the Globetrotters legacy....it seems like a fun challenge 🤗

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Yu Travel Blog: Unveiling the Best Traveling Blogs for Wanderlust Souls

In an era where wanderlust knows no bounds, travel blogs serve as virtual compasses guiding enthusiasts through uncharted territories. Among the constellation of digital travel diaries, one luminary shines bright: Yu Travel Blog. Let's embark on an expedition through the vast landscape of travel blogging, discovering some of the best and most inspiring travel blogs that cater to the insatiable curiosity of globetrotters.

Nomadic Matt: A pioneer in the travel blogging sphere, Nomadic Matt's blog is a treasure trove of tips, resources, and captivating narratives. From budget travel hacks to destination guides, his insightful content caters to both seasoned travelers and novices.

The Blonde Abroad: For those seeking a feminine perspective on globetrotting, The Blonde Abroad is a must-read. Curated by Kiersten Rich, this blog celebrates the essence of solo female travel, offering advice, stunning photography, and empowering stories.

Expert Vagabond: Matthew Karsten, the wanderlust-stricken soul behind Expert Vagabond, encapsulates the thrill of offbeat adventures. His vivid storytelling and breathtaking visuals transport readers to the heart of adrenaline-pumping escapades around the globe.

Legal Nomads: Jodi Ettenberg's Legal Nomads is a unique fusion of travel and food exploration. Through her lens, she shares her journey, navigating the world with celiac disease, and indulging in the diverse culinary landscape of different cultures.

The Points Guy: Maximizing travel opportunities through points and miles is an art form, and The Points Guy blog is the ultimate masterpiece. With comprehensive guides on earning and redeeming points for travel, this blog is a valuable resource for savvy travelers.

YU Travel Blog: Nestled among these luminaries is the shining star of immersive travel experiences: YU Travel Blog. With a passion for uncovering hidden gems and embracing diverse cultures, YU Travel Blog stands out for its personalized anecdotes, practical advice, and stunning photography. From remote villages to bustling metropolises, each post encapsulates the essence of wanderlust, inviting readers on a visual and emotional journey.

At YU Travel Blog, the focus extends beyond conventional tourist spots, delving into the soul of destinations to unearth their true essence. Whether it's a culinary exploration through the streets of Bangkok or a trek along the rugged terrains of Patagonia, every adventure is meticulously chronicled to inspire and inform readers.

Beyond the captivating narratives and breathtaking visuals, YU Travel Blog fosters a community of like-minded explorers. Engaging with readers through interactive platforms, YU Travel Blog encourages dialogue, sharing insights, and fostering a sense of camaraderie among travel aficionados.

In a world inundated with travel blogs, YU Travel Blog stands tall, not merely as a digital chronicle of journeys but as a gateway to a world brimming with culture, diversity, and boundless exploration.

As the digital era continues to redefine the way we explore the world, YU Travel Blog remains steadfast in its commitment to curate unique, immersive, and unforgettable experiences for its readers. Join the voyage with YU Travel Blog and set sail on an odyssey of discovery, where every destination is a chapter waiting to be written in the book of your adventures.

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Miranda Writes Hits with "Dope in Real Life" Ahead of European Tour with Globetrotters

Miranda Writes is one of the tops ambassadors for Snowboarding and Hip Hop moving around the world as official emcee for the legendary Harlem Globetrotters...she IS "Dope in Real Life".

Renowned for breaking barriers in the snowboarding world as the first female rapper ambassador for Burton Snowboards, Miranda Writes is set to conquer new heights with her latest project, “Dope in Real Life.” This release comes just in time for her upcoming European tour as the official emcee for the globally revered Harlem Globetrotters. Miranda Writes has risen from the ranks as a top Snowboard…

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How To Choose The Right Accommodation As A Solo Female Traveler

As the world becomes more interconnected and travel becomes increasingly accessible, more and more women are embarking on solo adventures. The thrill of exploring new cultures, meeting different people, and creating unforgettable memories is enticing for any traveler, but it can be particularly empowering for female globetrotters. However, as a solo female traveler, one important aspect to…

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Conceptual Sample: Safe travels with aunt flo

Menstrual cup that is designed to be an eco-friendly and reusable alternative to traditional feminine hygiene products such as tampons and pads. Recent years have seen the rise of sustainable travelling. With the use of reusable bottles, canvas bags, metal cutlery and more, several globetrotters are taking the green route. This trend has translated to several industries, encouraging women travelers to consider eco-friendly options even during their menstruation. But this can bring its own sets of challenges and opportunities, as writer Shikha Tripathi found.

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A traveler's guide to the most inspiring places in Egypt and Oman.

Every wanderer feels like a miracle of charming structures, a plethora of home-guarded recipes, and well-planned structures. Much influenced by Arabian influences. Egypt and Oman are destinations that fit well into everyone's shoes. 

If you are a globetrotter and want to hit the check on Egypt and Oman then these awesome places are worth visiting.

The Great Pyramid of Giza: Serves out to be the iconic destination. This one is the last beautiful man-made creation of ancient creation. It is easy to spot them on the western side of the Nile. There are three pyramids to watch here, each of them is dedicated to ancient kings. When you sign up for Egypt pyramids holiday packages, the prominent tour operator sees to it that you get to know everything in detail.

Unleash your adventure side: Not just the historic places, Egypt has well preserved the beauty of modern advancements. If you love exploring marine life then check out the healthy flora and fauna of Hurghada. This fishing village is an awesome spot to try on scuba diving activities. The good visibility out here brings you great chances for underwater photography.

Visit the only fish garden in Cairo: The beautiful caves and several aquariums are not to be missed. There are a myriad of colorful and rare fishes here. With the lots of expansive spread greens, you can spend quality time here.

 Try Desert Safari at 300 ft high dunes:- If you are an adventure junkie then the Wahiba sands tour is the perfect thing to try hands-on.  This place is also known as the adventure playground. When you book Oman Tour packages from India, there are proper travel arrangements done to reach out on this spot.

 Checking out on other nature creatures:- Have you ever seen a turtle laying eggs on the beach?  The undisturbed nature brings to you yet another reason to visit Oman and explore its beauty. Various diving spots in Oman will let you see the beauty of marine life.  In the jungle areas, you could witness a lot of extinct species like desert foxes, leopards, or wild cats.

Beaches:- Get that perfect picturesque feel and be spoilt for numerous choices. You would just love and admire the beautiful patches of sand and backdrops of mountains.  If you are a beach lover then definitely you would love to explore the Al-Sawadi beach which has a lot of sea shells waiting to be discovered.

Explore the Emerald green water pools:- The best thing about Oman is that it fascinates you at every level. The Wadi Shab (gorge) is an easy 45-minute walk. When the walk gets complete, you can swim through the cave and can observe the waterfall.

Sultan Qaboos Mosque:- If you love observing the finest detailing and architecture then this spot is worth a visit. The spiritual site brings in a lot of positive vibes. Built-in the year 2001, this spiritual place is gaining attention around the world for all good reasons.

Feel like a royal by visiting the beautiful castles: The ancient charm of Oman remains to be unspoiled with modern advancements. The Nizwa Fort is the place where the kings once ruled. It is just amazing to hear the stories of defense systems.

Experience the stay at Mud Village:  The signature Oman-style stay can be much felt at Misfat Al Abriyeen. The best part here is that the houses have rooftop terraces which makes it even more interesting to stay here. While you stay here you can also have the bliss of nature as these mud houses are in the middle of all dates and banana plantations.

Masirah Island: This destination enjoys the crown of being the largest. The place is perfect to offer every tourist spectacular views. This place is simply a paradise for kite surfers. On Masirah Beach, it becomes worth watching the four different species of turtles. The Masirah beaches do have a lot of female turtles that nestle eggs on the beaches. The reputed tour operators and the guided tours ensure that you don't miss out on any prominent spots.

Whether We talk about Oman or Egypt both these destinations have amazing culinary lists. Here are worth trying out things. 

Hummus: After you are done with all the sightseeing spots, it's high time to relish your taste buds. This recipe is generally eaten with flatbread. The prime ingredients of this recipe include mashed chickpeas, tahini, cumin, lemon juice, and a hint of garlic.

Koshari: Considered to be one of the staple dishes. This delectable recipe is made from lentils, white rice, spiced tomato sauce, and chickpeas.  Mostly topped with crispy fried onions.

There is never a boring moment in Egypt and Oman when you have planned a tour with reputed tour operators from India. All the needs do get adhered to well with proper systematic itineraries at a feasible price.

[beesdaily]

Moving on from someone you saw yourself spending the rest of your life with is hard.

3, 4, 5 +years with someone, sharing your every thought, your wishes and most of all, your soul can make you vulnerable. My mind obliterated under his love. His love was nothing but patient, understanding and pure. He wanted to work for our future. He wanted our love to be glittered across the globe. I did not.

I couldn’t find myself to leave my home town, even if it meant I was to be with my forever, forever. Fights weren’t pretty. Smiles turned into scours far too fast for my liking, so I didn’t trust our love so far away from base.

He wanted to roam the world, and though so did I, after plenty of chances roaming together, I just didn’t ever feel comfortable with him.

That uncomfortableness alone was enough to make me mentally drain myself. Why did he want to be away from me so much? Why do I self sabotage? Why is his anger so emotionally killing for me to see? Why do I cry every time I see his face on the screen of my phone?

I just wanted us to be happy. We are now. Now we are apart, we love ourselves again. We’re not answering to each others accusations, melting our brains to inconsolable goo. We are slowly becoming ourselves again. Him roaming the globe, become the man he has always wanted to be, and me, I’m finally finding myself.

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The humble cockroach -

Survival of one wreath speck table insect, (poll ease pod din me Elmer Fudd speak) thus earning hardy laurels nsync with inxs of standing kudos ranking as bajillion year old species scientific name: Periplaneta americana (Linnaeus) Insecta: Blattodea: Blattidae) throve for more than 300 million years, not surprisingly they constitute one of the oldest groups of insects on the earth. Longevity of twittering, skittering, and buzzfeeding critters survival witnessed their collective essence being gifted with best in class adaptation techniques particularly with debut appearance of naked ape slowly evolving into modern (wo)man, (after God - somewhat cagily took a rib from Adam), who when not resembling a rolling stone, nor asking sympathy for the devil furiously drove beasts of burden into dire straits down to the waterline. Much as yours truly feels squeamish about the the humble cockroach, (who most likely piggybacked as stowaway courtesy unbeknownst to people and hitched a ride across all four corners of the webbed wide world essentially becoming globetrotters), I chose said topic to broach as an object lesson how one creature

namely aforementioned adaptable creepy crawly creature made themselves quite at home raiding the pantries and refrigerators across wide stratification of income earners, not exclusively the purview solely nor singularly circumscribed and described by under-resourced people most often found

living and reproducing in cluttered city streets, parks, subway tunnels, and sewer systems— as well as inside houses and ramshackle buildings frequently woebegone tenements not strictly linkedin with Norwegian bachelor farmers but also make cameo appearances inside the coiffed hair of trumpeting dons subsequently hobnobbing with glitterati. German cockroaches are known for their prolific reproduction, with a female capable of producing up to 4 to 6 egg cases (oothecae) in her lifetime, each containing around 30 to 40 eggs. Under optimal conditions, they can go from egg to reproductive adult in as little as 100 days.

Cockroaches prefer dark places because they are nocturnal, so you will barely see them during the day. Hence, you will see them scuttle to hide when you turn on the basement or bathroom lights.

Thus yours truly attests to become easily spooked

out of his skin, and prone to utter bejesus then subsequently and immediately apt to swoon into a heap

of lovely bones

after espying a fast moving dark shape(s) videre licet pronouncing exaggerated silhouette cast courtesy moon shadow outsize profile shimmying and shaking

across the outer limits of the twilight zone

delineated by structures of silence.

Imagine dragons exudation regarding fiery breath,

which scary scene would not faze me in the least,

cuz I would whip out my handy dandy blue's clues and extinguish flaming forks courtesy water hose.