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About Travel Agents
About Travel Agents
Travel agents coordinate every aspect of travel, from choosing a destination to booking a flight, from making arrangements for hotel accommodations and car rentals to arranging tours. Many travel agents work closely with cruise lines, as well as with resorts, spas, and special-interest travel groups. Travel agents are expected to know the ins and outs of the destinations they recommend, including tourist attractions, restaurants and entertainment, local customs, as well as any hazards or issues to be aware of.
Education requirements for travel agents include a high school diploma, but many travel agencies prefer their travel agents to have bachelor's degrees or specialized training in the travel field from vocational schools, online programs, adult education programs, or community colleges. Several colleges in the United States offer degree programs in travel and tourism. In addition, travel agents who are experienced travelers are highly sought after.
In addition to being travel savvy, travel agents must have excellent listening and communication skills, must work well with people, must have excellent research skills, and must be well organized. Good sales ability is also a plus.
Travel agents spend a large portion of their time in offices behind desks, using the computer, talking with clients on the telephone, arranging reservations and itineraries, and filling out paperwork. They may also spend some portion of their time traveling to resorts, hotels, motels, restaurants, and attractions to assess cleanliness and convenience, and to better make recommendations.
Bangkok Travel
Bangkok
Flying out to somewhere and seeing what happens is one of the best things I've ever done, I'd advise doing it but make sure you do have some knowledge of Thailand before you go, just to make things easier. Bangkok is pretty safe, and you should be okay there as a female. However, from what I saw in Bangkok, everybody mainly comes in groups and it would be difficult to make yourself apart of a group of people that already know each other.
I didn't see many lone travellers, but I guess if you look elsewhere you may find someone?
Flying out to somewhere and seeing what happens is one of the best things I've ever done, I'd advise doing it but make sure you do have some knowledge of Thailand before you go, just to make things easier. Bangkok is pretty safe, and you should be okay there as a female. However, from what I saw in Bangkok, everybody mainly comes in groups and it would be difficult to make yourself apart of a group of people that already know each other.
I didn't see many lone travellers, but I guess if you look elsewhere you may find someone?
If you stick to the main cities or touristy parts of Thailand you will be more than fine on your own, if you're going to go a bit more rural I'd advise dressing modestly. But Thais outside the main tourists places are more friendly too. So yeah, if you end up on your own you should be okay unless you do something crazy.. Although, if you really want to travel with someone then there are websites like travbuddy which may help you find someone.
I went last summer with a mate to Thailand/Laos/Vietnam/Cambodia. Most people were in a pair or as part of a tour i found when i was out there...If you can't find a friend then sign up with one of the tours that STA recomended earlier. You'll be guaranteed an awesome trip with like minded people.
We flew out to bangkok with 0 plans other than attempting to get back to bangkok 9 weeks later. didn't even know where the city was from the airport when we landed or how to get there...
Basically i wouldn't reccomend travelling as a single female anywhere really. If you can get a friend to go with you then just go out there with no plans and blag it a little bit. Everything out there can be booked the same day for cheaper prices than you will get booking it from England. Go to this guy called "joe" just off Khao San road, behihng the temple, near my house guesthouse, he will sort you out all your travelling needs tbh. You can book it at the bus/train station yourself and save a dollar but by the time you spend $3 getting to the station and back and hours of your time, get other people to book it.
Travel and leisure magazine: Turkey by charter
Travel and leisure magazine- Turkey by charter
turkey by charterI recently had the opportunity to travel to Turkey in a special way. I made the most of this tremendous occasion given of a cheap airfare given to me. I grasp this opportunity to discover new landscape and I flew to Turkey by charter.
Traveling by charter doesn’t have many requirements: A passport, a visa when needed and an airfare suffice for having an unforgettable journey to the Aegean Sea sunny beach.
The story of this amazing trip to Turkey
I was wandering in the street when I fall on travel advertising to spending a week in a sea resort in Turkey. I was in need of a few days escape abroad, so I grasp this opportunity to have a new journey.
The itinerary to Izmir in Turkey
I jumped in the charter in the afternoon and landed on in the city of Izmir in Turkey.
Then I get a bus with other passengers to the village hotel in the mountain.
It’s was late in the night when we arrived to our final destination. Just on time for a small rest before a new morning full of adventure.
My best records of Turkey
The discovery of the Aegean Sea was a tremendous experience. I even swim in the transparent water full of small fishes. Another great surprise was to know that the city of Izmir was the actual name of the Biblical city of Smyrna in the Book of Revelation.
And I learned that this city were located in few miles of Ephesus.
I spent an enjoyable week, and made the most of my trip to go shopping in the cheap market where leather clothes are not very expensive and tax free for small quantity.
turkey by charterI recently had the opportunity to travel to Turkey in a special way. I made the most of this tremendous occasion given of a cheap airfare given to me. I grasp this opportunity to discover new landscape and I flew to Turkey by charter.
Traveling by charter doesn’t have many requirements: A passport, a visa when needed and an airfare suffice for having an unforgettable journey to the Aegean Sea sunny beach.
The story of this amazing trip to Turkey
I was wandering in the street when I fall on travel advertising to spending a week in a sea resort in Turkey. I was in need of a few days escape abroad, so I grasp this opportunity to have a new journey.
The itinerary to Izmir in Turkey
I jumped in the charter in the afternoon and landed on in the city of Izmir in Turkey.
Then I get a bus with other passengers to the village hotel in the mountain.
It’s was late in the night when we arrived to our final destination. Just on time for a small rest before a new morning full of adventure.
My best records of Turkey
The discovery of the Aegean Sea was a tremendous experience. I even swim in the transparent water full of small fishes. Another great surprise was to know that the city of Izmir was the actual name of the Biblical city of Smyrna in the Book of Revelation.
And I learned that this city were located in few miles of Ephesus.
I spent an enjoyable week, and made the most of my trip to go shopping in the cheap market where leather clothes are not very expensive and tax free for small quantity.
Swiss travel
What's your best piece of travel advice?Albania's recent isolation means that there is still a magical sense of a time-warp in some areas. A coastal and mountainous country between Greece and Italy, much of its classical past is untouched - romantic ruins in glorious countryside. See what Jeremy Seal, writing for the Daily Telegraph, thought of our tour.
If you're flying long-haul, don't eat or drink on the plane because it messes up your body clock and metabolism. I've read that if you can eat before you fly and eat whatever you want when you land jet lag doesn't hit you so badly. I did this on a trip to San Francisco, starving myself for the nine-hour flight, while travelling with someone who did the opposite and ate. It was a good test, because when we landed I definitely felt better.
Where do you want to go next?
Given that I've been to India so many times, my next natural step would be Nepal, and I'd also like to go to Peru. They both seem such mystical locations, steeped in amazing history and culture.
...and disasters?
Which was your worst holiday?
My most recent holiday, last summer, when I had a week in Santorini, in Greece, wasn't great. There were periods when I couldn't avoid work; and it wasn't even enjoyable, creative work, it was business issues. That stress kind of overshadowed the trip, so although the weather was sunny I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I'd hoped. I did make up for it not long afterwards by taking a long weekend in Sicily.
And your worst experience on holiday?
When I first visited Delhi 15 years ago, I landed with only £60 on me and no hotel booked. We found somewhere in the fairly upscale market area of Nizamuddin for about £20 a night. But I didn't sleep a wink. The room was like a glorified prison cell, the linen was scratchy, and it was remarkably draughty. Never again! I've also been quite ill before on holiday to India, but that doesn't put me off one bit.
Global travel
My travels
The Andes fascinated me long before I got to see them. I had been brought up on the Andean tales of my paternal grandfather, a former railway engineer in Chile and Bolivia. On my mother's side I had ancestors who hailed from the Italian Alps, where so many of the great Andean climbers and adventurers originated. The Andes, as the world's longest continuous mountain range, came to hold the promise of an endless succession of extreme and sublime landscapes.
I planned an ambitious transcontinental route that would begin by following Humboldt and Bolívar through the northern and central Andes and end up with Darwin at South America's southernmost tip. I estimated that it would be six months of near-continuous travelling, largely by bus, but also by train and boat, and even on horseback and on foot.On reaching Colombia, I concentrated my attention on the magnificently preserved Andean colonial towns, uncanny reminders of a bygone Spain. Travelling from the vibrant salsa capital of Cali to the whitewashed colonial jewel of Popayán, and then south through emerald green scenery towards the Ecuadorean border, I began imagining myself on a journey ever closer to paradise. I found my own personal Eden in the Laguna de la Cocha, a secluded lake outside the far southern town of Pasto, surrounded by flower-filled meadows and forested mountains, and with a Swiss-style wooden lodge where I ate delicious trout before being rowed out to the island of Corota. This surviving enclave of rainforest, dense with lianas and giant bromeliads, was described to me as a "centre of energy" rivalled only by Peru's Machu Picchu.
At Pasto there were numerous indications that I was approaching at last the heart of the Andes, including guinea pig, a famous Andean delicacy, being served at the local restaurants. Overshadowing the landscape was the active Galera volcano, which marked my arrival at a long corridor of volcanoes forming the backbone of neighbouring Ecuador.
In the south of Ecuador I hired a horse and guide to take me on the section of Inca road that leads from the exposed mountain village of Achapullas to the ruins of an Inca palace and temple at Ingapirka, huddled in a deep valley.
The achievement of the Incas' efficient transport system over some of South America's most difficult terrain seemed even more extraordinary when compared with what I would soon find in Peru. For much of the next two months I would be travelling on rickety buses along perilous mountain roads.
The sensational 150km dirt track from the remote northern town of Chachapoyas to Celelendín climbed up to a height of more than 4,000m before descending along a crumbling ledge clinging to a sheer precipice.
The roads remained largely unpaved and vertiginous as I continued along the Andes' spine to the battleground of Ayacucho (in 1824 the Spaniards suffered their final defeat here, which led the independence of Peru), and then down towards the Inca capital of Cuzco. From southern Peru, through Bolivia, and into northern Argentina, my route alternated between the luxuriant jungles on the Andes' eastern slopes, and deserts on the west. Each day brought landscapes more spectacular than the next, though perhaps my most memorable walk was into Peru's Colca Canyon, the deepest canyon in the world. Condors hovered above as I descended a near-vertical slope before ascending the other side to some half-deserted 16th-century hamlets accessible only by footpath.
The autumn was well advanced as I headed south into Patagonia, through near-uninhabited landscapes of lakes, forests and glaciers; the first flurries of snow had begun to fall as I reached the point when the Andes is shattered into a labyrinth of fjords and islands. I finished my journey on a small boat that sails every week from the Chilean port of Punta Arenas to the intimate island town of Puerto Williams, the most southerly community in the world. The exhilarating boat trip, lasting 36 hours, took me across the notoriously stormy Straits of Magellan, through the glacier-lined Beagle Channel, and to places where Darwin had concluded that life barely existed at all. By now I had come to think of the Andes almost in human terms. On seeing them disappear into the choppy, icy seas, I could have been waving a final goodbye to a dear old friend.
The Andes fascinated me long before I got to see them. I had been brought up on the Andean tales of my paternal grandfather, a former railway engineer in Chile and Bolivia. On my mother's side I had ancestors who hailed from the Italian Alps, where so many of the great Andean climbers and adventurers originated. The Andes, as the world's longest continuous mountain range, came to hold the promise of an endless succession of extreme and sublime landscapes.
I planned an ambitious transcontinental route that would begin by following Humboldt and Bolívar through the northern and central Andes and end up with Darwin at South America's southernmost tip. I estimated that it would be six months of near-continuous travelling, largely by bus, but also by train and boat, and even on horseback and on foot.On reaching Colombia, I concentrated my attention on the magnificently preserved Andean colonial towns, uncanny reminders of a bygone Spain. Travelling from the vibrant salsa capital of Cali to the whitewashed colonial jewel of Popayán, and then south through emerald green scenery towards the Ecuadorean border, I began imagining myself on a journey ever closer to paradise. I found my own personal Eden in the Laguna de la Cocha, a secluded lake outside the far southern town of Pasto, surrounded by flower-filled meadows and forested mountains, and with a Swiss-style wooden lodge where I ate delicious trout before being rowed out to the island of Corota. This surviving enclave of rainforest, dense with lianas and giant bromeliads, was described to me as a "centre of energy" rivalled only by Peru's Machu Picchu.
At Pasto there were numerous indications that I was approaching at last the heart of the Andes, including guinea pig, a famous Andean delicacy, being served at the local restaurants. Overshadowing the landscape was the active Galera volcano, which marked my arrival at a long corridor of volcanoes forming the backbone of neighbouring Ecuador.
In the south of Ecuador I hired a horse and guide to take me on the section of Inca road that leads from the exposed mountain village of Achapullas to the ruins of an Inca palace and temple at Ingapirka, huddled in a deep valley.
The achievement of the Incas' efficient transport system over some of South America's most difficult terrain seemed even more extraordinary when compared with what I would soon find in Peru. For much of the next two months I would be travelling on rickety buses along perilous mountain roads.
The sensational 150km dirt track from the remote northern town of Chachapoyas to Celelendín climbed up to a height of more than 4,000m before descending along a crumbling ledge clinging to a sheer precipice.
The roads remained largely unpaved and vertiginous as I continued along the Andes' spine to the battleground of Ayacucho (in 1824 the Spaniards suffered their final defeat here, which led the independence of Peru), and then down towards the Inca capital of Cuzco. From southern Peru, through Bolivia, and into northern Argentina, my route alternated between the luxuriant jungles on the Andes' eastern slopes, and deserts on the west. Each day brought landscapes more spectacular than the next, though perhaps my most memorable walk was into Peru's Colca Canyon, the deepest canyon in the world. Condors hovered above as I descended a near-vertical slope before ascending the other side to some half-deserted 16th-century hamlets accessible only by footpath.
The autumn was well advanced as I headed south into Patagonia, through near-uninhabited landscapes of lakes, forests and glaciers; the first flurries of snow had begun to fall as I reached the point when the Andes is shattered into a labyrinth of fjords and islands. I finished my journey on a small boat that sails every week from the Chilean port of Punta Arenas to the intimate island town of Puerto Williams, the most southerly community in the world. The exhilarating boat trip, lasting 36 hours, took me across the notoriously stormy Straits of Magellan, through the glacier-lined Beagle Channel, and to places where Darwin had concluded that life barely existed at all. By now I had come to think of the Andes almost in human terms. On seeing them disappear into the choppy, icy seas, I could have been waving a final goodbye to a dear old friend.
Travel city
My travels: Michael Jacobs travels the Andes from top to bottom
The author tells of the journey of a lifetime down the Andes, from the tropics of Venezuela to the icy tip of Patagonia
Eventually I realised my childhood dream of travelling their whole length, from the tropics down to Tierra del Fuego. A framework to my journey was provided by the exploits of the great Andean adventurers of the past, one of the most influential of whom was the German scientist Alexander von Humboldt. He toured the Andes from Colombia to Peru at the turn of the 19th century, drawing conclusions that would later form the basis of a massive unfinished study of the cosmos. His writings are filled with a constant and infectious sense of wonder.
Hundreds of Humboldt's contemporaries, including Charles Darwin, were encouraged by him to come and visit the strange and marvellous lands he described. A no less significant response was that of the South American liberator Simón Bolívar, who thought frequently of Humboldt while pursuing down the Andes his dream of a united continent freed from Spanish rule.
I planned an ambitious transcontinental route that would begin by following Humboldt and Bolívar through the northern and central Andes and end up with Darwin at South America's southernmost tip. I estimated that it would be six months of near-continuous travelling, largely by bus, but also by train and boat, and even on horseback and on foot.
I started in Venezuela, climbing into the Andes along a road that Bolívar had taken when marching his army towards one of his earliest great victories against the Spaniards, in 1813. On the ascent from the small town of Trujillo to Venezuela's mountain capital of Mérida, lush tropical scenery dotted with coffee plantations, sugar cane and banana palms gave way to steeply inclined fields still ploughed by oxen, beyond which came the bleak high moorlands or páramos.
I spent three days hiking through the páramos, an area whose main vegetation in the higher and rockier reaches are haunting, triffid-like plants called frailejónes. Freezing fog set in during the afternoons, but the mornings were unfailingly crystal clear and sunny, allowing occasional views towards the faraway snowy profile made up of Venezuela's three highest peaks, named in descending order after Bolívar, Humboldt, and the latter's faithful French companion, Bonpland.
I enjoyed unworldly views of Cotopaxi while staying at San Agustín de Callo (incahacienda.com), a rustic archaeological complex now transformed into one of the Andes' most unusual and enticing hotels. Still a working farm, and with the atmosphere of an eccentric private residence, the place incorporates a former Augustinian monastery. My book-lined bedroom, set behind a cloister strung with hammocks and warmed by an open fire, had Inca foundations, and adjoined a bare stone chapel thought by some to have been an Inca place of worship.
From San Agustín de Callo onwards, I would be confronted by remains of the Incas' austere, autocratic, and remarkably short-lived empire.
MyTravel history
The story of MyTravel, formerly known as Airtours, began in 1972 when the firm's founder, David Crossland, bought Pendle Travel Services, a travel agency business with two stores in Lancashire.
A second travel agency business was acquired shortly after from Albert and Ivy Roberts who had registered it using their initials A.I.R. Tours. The Airtours name was born.
The author tells of the journey of a lifetime down the Andes, from the tropics of Venezuela to the icy tip of Patagonia
Eventually I realised my childhood dream of travelling their whole length, from the tropics down to Tierra del Fuego. A framework to my journey was provided by the exploits of the great Andean adventurers of the past, one of the most influential of whom was the German scientist Alexander von Humboldt. He toured the Andes from Colombia to Peru at the turn of the 19th century, drawing conclusions that would later form the basis of a massive unfinished study of the cosmos. His writings are filled with a constant and infectious sense of wonder.
Hundreds of Humboldt's contemporaries, including Charles Darwin, were encouraged by him to come and visit the strange and marvellous lands he described. A no less significant response was that of the South American liberator Simón Bolívar, who thought frequently of Humboldt while pursuing down the Andes his dream of a united continent freed from Spanish rule.
I planned an ambitious transcontinental route that would begin by following Humboldt and Bolívar through the northern and central Andes and end up with Darwin at South America's southernmost tip. I estimated that it would be six months of near-continuous travelling, largely by bus, but also by train and boat, and even on horseback and on foot.
I started in Venezuela, climbing into the Andes along a road that Bolívar had taken when marching his army towards one of his earliest great victories against the Spaniards, in 1813. On the ascent from the small town of Trujillo to Venezuela's mountain capital of Mérida, lush tropical scenery dotted with coffee plantations, sugar cane and banana palms gave way to steeply inclined fields still ploughed by oxen, beyond which came the bleak high moorlands or páramos.
I spent three days hiking through the páramos, an area whose main vegetation in the higher and rockier reaches are haunting, triffid-like plants called frailejónes. Freezing fog set in during the afternoons, but the mornings were unfailingly crystal clear and sunny, allowing occasional views towards the faraway snowy profile made up of Venezuela's three highest peaks, named in descending order after Bolívar, Humboldt, and the latter's faithful French companion, Bonpland.
I enjoyed unworldly views of Cotopaxi while staying at San Agustín de Callo (incahacienda.com), a rustic archaeological complex now transformed into one of the Andes' most unusual and enticing hotels. Still a working farm, and with the atmosphere of an eccentric private residence, the place incorporates a former Augustinian monastery. My book-lined bedroom, set behind a cloister strung with hammocks and warmed by an open fire, had Inca foundations, and adjoined a bare stone chapel thought by some to have been an Inca place of worship.
From San Agustín de Callo onwards, I would be confronted by remains of the Incas' austere, autocratic, and remarkably short-lived empire.
MyTravel history
The story of MyTravel, formerly known as Airtours, began in 1972 when the firm's founder, David Crossland, bought Pendle Travel Services, a travel agency business with two stores in Lancashire.
A second travel agency business was acquired shortly after from Albert and Ivy Roberts who had registered it using their initials A.I.R. Tours. The Airtours name was born.
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