Around the world in 80 Pages - Navigator Global Writing Contest is open to all individuals over 18 years of age.
1st phase - submission
- Text proposals shall be submitted directly on the website.
- All texts must be submitted in English and have up to 2500 characters (including spaces).
- Candidates shall assign a title to the story and identify the country where it took place. Candidates must ensure they have secured the appropriate rights and clearances for the texts and images submitted. Navigator will not be liable for any copyright, trademark, patent infringement or for non-payment grievances held against entrants.
- Winners agree to transmit all copyright for their proposals to Navigator.
- Entries received after 23:59 (GMT) of the 31st of December 2017 will not be considered valid.
- Every person can participate with more than one story, as long as the narratives of the episodes take place in different countries.
- The contact for queries related with the contest is firstname.lastname@example.org 2nd phase - 80 best stories announcement
- From the universe of texts and photos submitted, Navigator will select 80 stories and 1 picture,
based on the following criteria:
- Ability to engage and inspire the reader;
- Ability to convey the experience;
- Originality of the style;
- Realness: Real stories told by real people;
- The authors of the 80 stories selected will be revealed on the 15th of January 2018 at www.navigatoraroundtheworld.com. They will also be notified by e-mail.
- Navigator reserves the right to publish these 80 stories (and respective pictures) in a Navigator book, edited under this contest purpose. The same applies to the winning picture, if it isn’t among the first 80. 3rd phase - winners announcement
- The 80 texts selected will be assessed by an independent jury panel, who will select the 9 winners based on the same criteria referred above. The 9 winners will be announced on the 1st of March 2018 on the contest website.
- Prizes will be delivered to the winners by a Navigator representative. When not possible, Navigator will guarantee its delivery by post or DHL.
- Navigator reserves the right to use the winning proposals (texts and pictures) in the promotion and communication of the Around the World in 80 Pages - Navigator Global Writing Contest – in 2018 and following years.
- Navigator reserves the right to make any necessary changes to the 80 proposals selected, in order to guarantee that these meet proper English spelling and grammar rules.
- Decisions made by the jury are final.
1st Place: 2.500€ voucher for a destination of winner’s choice.
2nd Place: 1.500€ voucher for a destination of winner’s choice.
3rd to 8th Place: 1.000€ voucher (each) for a destination of winner’s choice.
All 80 writers selected stories: will be published on Around the World in 80 Pages book!
The best photo will win a Nikon D5500.
It had been a long day of driving and rain for my friend, Maksim, and I on Iceland’s ring road. It was dark and cloudy by the time we pulled into the parking lot of the glacier lagoon and though we were chasing the aurora, it looked unlikely given the thick cloud cover. “What would you do if we saw the northern lights tonight?” he asked me. “I could die happy,” I replied. As if on cue, an hour later he called to me with an excited tone to his voice. Magically, the sky had opened up and started dancing with the most intense green. It was like crystals snaking across the sky and that night, my smile was wider than it has ever been.
Kristin Addis is a travel and active lifestyle blogger from California who has been traveling the world for four years solo. Her award-winning blog and photography covers trekking, SCUBA diving, camping, hitchhiking, and all kinds of other adventures in some of the most beautiful places on the planet. There’s almost nothing she won’t try and almost nowhere she won’t explore.
MT Yasur Vanuatu
First, there was the sulphur in the air.
It assaulted my eyes, hindered my nostrils from drawing breath. Even if I’d been on the island for over two days and developed a tolerance for its omnipresence, the irritant intensified the higher I climbed. And I needed that oxygen – if I was to take a step, followed by another and repeat, on the loose gravel shifting beneath my feet, as though I was treading on a sloping conveyor belt opposite its direction.
Except it wasn’t just any hill but an active volcano; our destination, the crater, was a beacon beaming onto the darkening skies and staining it red. As we hiked up its belly, we could feel its tremors: a soft rumbling on a lazier, less moody day.
“Old Man Yasur” is the nickname the locals give to the fire pit in their backyard: anthropomorphically it is the oldest habitant –and creator – of the Tanna Island, and it does have the formidable temperament of an agitated senior citizen. That I read about Mt Yasur when I travelled from Port Vila, the capital of the South Pacific archipelago nation of Vanuatu, to Tanna.
Also in the same in-flight magazine did I learn about a peculiar story: once a visitor of the volcano was struck by a molten rock; instead of the hospital he sought a village doctor for bush medicine – he succumbed to his head injury days later. What a thing to inform someone whose main reason to visit the island was to scale its volcano.
But, in the end, with a more tranquilised Mt Yasur, the hike to its fire-spitting mouth wasn’t the most challenging part – it is, after all, one of the most accessible volcanoes in the world. As I gazed into the pit, its eruptions spewing blushing boulders in nature’s own erratic rhythm, there’s no way to appease that conflict of science and mysticism in my head.
Could this be interpreted by the knowledge bank of my geology education, or should beliefs of the supernatural on Tanna have the better say? Shall it make any sense to me, that a man hit by a volcanic fragment thought he had angered the gods and pursued penance rather than medication, or that a nearby tribal cult worshipped and believed Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh to be a reincarnated mountain spirit spawned from this very crater?
Sometimes, the difficult part is letting go of our rationality and simply allowing our perceptions perceive things as what they seem. Like, without the need of explanation, standing in front of a vigorous volcano and appreciating the visceral beauty of forces beyond logic.
Travel & Food Writer, Photographer & Storyteller, Dylan Lowe is the founder of the “The Traveling Editor” blog. Beginning life in student journalism – and for that nominated Travel Writer of the Year by the Guardian Student Media Awards – he traded his degree in Geology for a meandering career of travel writing and photography. Along with his greatest adventures – living among tribes in the South Pacific, hitchhiking across the whole length of Canada and nine other countries, serial bungee jumping and visiting produce makers – what he discovers most often are the intriguing stories of people he meets and the interdependence of communities. He dedicates his work to pursuing the craft of storytelling, whether it’s the portrayal of his subjects or his continuous path to self-discovery.
We travel so as to discover the two most important facets of our lives: the world around us and the world within us. The first is well mapped and trodden daily by millions of tourists. However in the latter case it’s a complete adventure. Who knows what depths of our soul will be revealed when we set off on our travels?
We grow up surrounded by certainties. But when we travel, these certainties are called into question. Portuguese food is the world's best, but only for the Portuguese. “Saudade” is a word that can only be expressed in Portuguese, but if an Eskimo does not feel nostalgia why would he need a word to describe it?
Travel changes our way of understanding who we are. Often we come across concepts that suddenly shed light on a problem that we didn't even realise we suffered from, and which is common in other parts of the world. For example, meteoropathy. As far as I know, the word "meteoropathy" does not exist in the English language. However, for Italians living in Liguria, it’s a recurrent theme. Meteoropathy refers to a set of mental and physical disorders caused by changes in weather conditions. In my case, low atmospheric pressure affects my mood, saps my energy and makes me feel depressed. In Portugal, the low pressure fronts that bring rain appear gradually and are a regular yet infrequent feature during winter; in India, they occur once a year and represent renewal and fertility. In either of these countries, it would be difficult to associate the arrival of a cold front with a sudden mood change. It would be rare for anyone to learn they were meteoropathic.
But in Liguria we discover the extent to which we can be meteoropathics. Everything that affects the Mediterranean skies seems to converge and focus there, causing sudden and unexpected changes in pressure and weather. The winds rise from the Sahara, descend from the Alps or advance from the Gulf of Lyon; humidity shrouds us like a fog mantle; clouds appear like magnets attracted to a refrigerator door. The weather is an unpredictable and extreme succession of all the climates in Europe and Africa. It was in Liguria I discovered this part of my essence hitherto unknown.
Liguria is a prime tourist destination: Its cuisine and wines. Its history and landscapes. I invite you to see for yourself how wonderful these places we already know exist truly are. But above all, enjoy the trip to explore this dark side that exists within you. This is why we travel. And if you happen to discover any pill against meteoropathy, do let me know.
Gonçalo Cadilhe was born in 1968 in Figueira da Foz, where he has been living with his wife and son. He started travelling and travel-writing professionally in 1992.
Author of several TV documentaries, he has been collaborating with the major Portuguese press publications and has published eleven travel books. Surfing, travel, historical biographies and life events are his favorite themes.
In 2003-2004 he made a round the world trip by land and sea. In 2007 he made another following the footsteps of Fernão de Magalhães and in 2008-2009 another one while chasing his favorite surf waves.
Each time he’s asked about his most memorable trip, the answer is: “the next one!”.
Ricardo Ferreira is responsible for one of the most international Portuguese brands, Ricardo has been managing Navigator for the past 7 years and has played a key role in reinforcing Navigator's position as the leading premium office paper brand around the World.
With a degree in Industrial Business Management from the Portuguese Catholic University and a General Management Course from Nova School of Business and Economics, he joined The Navigator Company in 2002.
António Quirino Soares
António Quirino Soares is The Navigator Company’s Marketing Director. With a degree in business administration and a Master of Science in Economics, by the University of Exeter, UK, he has worked at NTC Research in the UK and ICP (now ANACOM) before joining The Navigator Company in 2002. Before assuming his current position, where he is responsible for the company’s global marketing decisions, he has worked as a Project Value Leader, an International Key Account Manager and as an Analyst.
António Redondo started working at The Navigator Company in 1987 and has held several management roles throughout the years. He is a member of the Board of Directors since 2009.
Qualifications: Degree in Chemical Engineering, University of Coimbra (1987); attended 4th year in Business Management at Universidade Internacional; MBA specializing in marketing, from the Portuguese Catholic University (1998).
I thought back to the air-condoned bus, where I had wifi to show me where exactly my hostel was located. Now I was just lost in a stinky street of Ho Chi Minh City. The city I had originally wanted to avoid. The city that I kept hearing horror stories about; stories about local men on motorbikes who whizz by and snatch the bags, phones, or other belongings from the hands of distracted tourists.
I glanced again at my phone, at the screen shot I took of my hostel’s address. There was supposed to be an alley right in front of me, but I saw only a small market lined with rickety stalls made of bamboo beams and faded umbrellas. I felt the tears sneak into my eyes as I sighed in frustration. “It’s ok” I told myself. “You’ll find it soon.”
I brushed off yet another local offering me a ride. My ‘no thanks you’s’ were getting more surly as time passed, and yet they still kept coming; clapping or snapping to get my attention in the hopes of getting my money. After an hour of this I was done. I wanted to do nothing more than throw my bag down and sit on the filthy street beside the murky puddles of mystery liquid that could be been water as easily as they could have been urine.
That’s when she found me.
She wasn’t a fellow backpacker or a local market vendor, at least not one that I had noticed. She was just a tiny Vietnamese woman wearing what looked to be mint green pyjamas. Deep wrinkles creased her face and her silvery grey hair was done up in a neat bun at the nape of her bent neck. I had no idea where she came from but she quickly got my attention by tapping my arm and pointing at my phone questioningly.
With nothing to lose I showed her the hostel’s address. She looked at it before nodding and waved for me to follow. I fell into place behind her, slowing my speed to match hers while avoiding the cesspool puddles along the way. We didn’t go far, just behind the market, when she pointed to a hidden alley.
There it was, the sign for my hostel.
I thanked her profusely but she just patted my cheek affectionally and smiled before shuffling away, disappearing as quickly as she came. My Vietnamese guardian angel”.