Five of Becky Wick’s Strangest Experiences – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Hi there! Thanks so much for having me on the blog and for supporting my historical romance, The Day Of The Wave! So, you want to know my strangest experiences? Haha! As a travel writer I’ve had a few, but here we go. I’ll give you a list of five…

1) I recently teamed up with paranormal investigators. It was here in Vancouver, where I’m currently living. I’ve always been kind of obsessed with all things paranormal so I couldn’t pass up the chance to join a crew of professional ghost hunters in a cemetery. After dark their equipment caught an EVP – the voice of a little girl saying “hi!” We heard it clear-as-day. It was so freaky, but amazing. I totally believe in all that stuff, and now I’m more obsessed than ever! Maybe I’ll write a ghost story next…

2) I’ve cycled The Death Road in Bolivia. This was pretty strange, as it’s the world’s most dangerous road and you start up high in the snow, cycle down winding trails through clouds and jungle, till you wind up in the sweaty, tropical forest. Hundreds of people have died on this road – there are 800 metre drops on one side at some points and there are markers for graves all the way down it. Needless to say it was terrifying but I did it for a travel book I was writing on South America. I didn’t tell my mom till afterwards.

3) I once spent a week on a ‘shaking ashram’ in Bali. For another book I was writing on a year in Indonesia, I spent a week on an ashram at the foot of Mount Agung. It was a special place, in which you have to ‘shake’ for three hours a day in a temple. The idea is that you send a sacred, healing energy through your body by doing this, but I saw some seriously weird things happen. There was talk of an alien dog, and one man fixed his eyesight. Very strange, but true! You can read it in Balilicious – The Bali Diaries if you like!

4) I hunted aliens in Argentina. I spent a week in a tiny town in Argentina called Capilla del Monte, where the mountain Uritorco is said to be the gateway to another dimension (yes really!) I met all kinds of people who’ve seen ovnis (UFOs) in the area and some of them even showed me photos of strange lights in the sky. The whole town has a very hippy vibe, imagine the waft of incense and shops selling alien stickers and stuff. It was so weird, but very fun! It made for a great chapter in my book, Latinalicious anyway!

5) I witnessed a mass exorcism in a sacred temple. This was also when I lived in Bali. The Balinese are very superstitious – they believe that both good and bad spirits should be thanked and blessed, as each balances out the other and keeps things in alignment spiritually, but their demons sometimes get stuck inside them. I went to a ‘healing night’ in a temple, whereby an old woman became possessed and started speaking in another language. Everyone started shaking and allegedly getting their ‘demons’ out in a public space. It was probably one of the weirdest nights of my life! I almost drowned in the holy water being sloshed all over the floor!

Torn apart by the tragedy. Thrown back together ten years later by destiny… Isla and Ben were just sixteen when the Boxing Day tsunami ripped through their beach resort in Thailand. Just days after forming a life-changing bond, both were missing and presumed dead.

Based on real life events, The Day of the Wave is a story of healing, learning to let go, and figuring out when to hold on with everything you have left.

Enjoy an excerpt:

‘Isabella,’ I said to the girl in braids behind the computer. She was frantic, tapping away a million miles an hour. A line of people were behind me. All of them were bedraggled and beside themselves, like the cast of a war movie. ‘Isabella from England. Izzy. I left her on the beach. Can you look again?’

‘We don’t have any Isabella’s yet, I’m sorry,’ she said. I asked a hundred times about Toby, too, and Charlie and Van and Tee, but I always got the same answer.

They’d brought in experts from everywhere – Austria, the Netherlands, Australia, Germany, and all of them I realized quickly were carrying out the gruesome tasks it took to identify the dead. Most of it wasn’t even happening behind closed doors. There weren’t enough doors.

After a while, no one was bringing the injured in anymore. It was just more bodies and still none of them were Toby. Still none of them were Charlie or Izzy… at least, I didn’t think they were. There were panels of photos of the bodies as they were brought in, on the walls. But they were all so horribly deformed. You can’t even imagine what water does. People go black, their eyes bulge out of their sockets. The only way to recognize somebody at first is by their jewelry.

They were fingerprinting the corpses, I discovered. They gave them full dental examinations and took X-rays, then they sent the DNA samples away for analysis. It was when I learned they were matching them to a missing-person’s list in Phuket that I begged to be taken there, to the International Hospital. I knew more bodies were there. Maybe I’d find Toby there.

I found my mom instead. She’d just flown in and been allowed a transfer. ‘My baby,’ she cried when she found me, pulling me against her and sobbing. I was sixteen but her words hit hard. I felt like a baby; a useless, helpless, broken baby. Glenn stood solid like a tree behind her. He hugged me too. It was the first and last time he ever did.

We moved to a hotel, where we stayed for two weeks and I made it my job to look out for Sonthi. He was going through the same thing, only he was still searching for twenty people he loved. We played guitar at night. We knew the same Beatles song so we sang together outside, taught ourselves the harmonies to take our minds off all the tragedies. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they’re here to stay, Oh I believe in yesterday.

Even though Sonthi didn’t know the meaning of the words, I think they helped us both somehow. The yesterdays we missed were haunting everyone but at least we escaped with our lives.

I went with mom to the councilor, too, but she cried all the way through, and she cried so much at the hotel that I didn’t sleep for days. I was a shell. I had no tears left. ‘They’re gone, they’re never coming back,’ mom yowled.

‘We don’t know that!’ I yelled at her, but she yowled even more into the walls and the floor and the pillow, while a thousand other people doing the same made even the hotel feel like a funeral parlor.

We got told that DNA breaks down once bodies decompose. The longer we had to wait, the less chance we had of identifying anyone. Eventually I had to say goodbye to Sonthi and everyone at the hospital I’d gotten to know. Our flight was booked; my brother and uncle and Izzy were officially missing, assumed dead. My mom was a pale-faced Martian I didn’t know anymore and she hadn’t really spoken to me in days. ‘Toby, my baby, Toby!,’ she wailed into Glenn’s expensive shirt as he helped her outside and into the taxi.

I was just about to leave for the airport when the girl in braids came to grab me. ‘Ben,’ she said, leaning down, putting a hand to my shoulder. I could tell by her face she had bad news. ‘We found Isabella, from the UK,’ she said as the tears careened down her face. ‘There’s only one on the list. I’m so sorry.’

It was raining when I got outside. It was a real tropical downfall; the kind of rain that lashes and hurts. I turned my face up to it and let it hit me as the wind howled. I wanted to feel the physical crash of everything that had been breaking my heart. The only thing I felt was how it wasn’t rain at all. It felt like my brother and Izzy and Charlie and two hundred thousand other souls were crying.

About the Author:

Becky Wicks is mostly powered by coffee. She had three travel memoirs published by HarperCollins before going the indie route. Her first book in the Starstruck Series, ‘Before He Was Famous’ recently reached #1 in Amazon’s Coming of Age and New Adult & College categories. The second in the series, ‘Before He Was Gone’, and the third, ‘Before He Was A Secret’ are both out now along with ‘The Day Of The Wave’ – a romance based around the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami.

Becky blogs most days at and always welcomes distractions on Twitter: @bex_wicks (especially if you have cat photos)

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  1. Thanks for hosting!

  2. What inspired you to write your first book?

  3. Jennifer C says:

    This book sounds so good! So glad I already bought it!

  4. Rita Wray says:

    Thank you for the great excerpt.

  5. How fun! Do you think you’ll write a memoir someday?

  6. Victoria says:

    Awesome post! Thanks for sharing 🙂

  7. Eva Millien says:

    Great post and excerpt! Sounds like a fantastic book, thanks for sharing!

  8. Amber Ag says:

    Thanks for sharing your strangest experiences! It was fun and interesting to read 🙂

  9. Betty W says:

    I really enjoyed reading about your experiences as a travel writer~not sure I’d have the intestinal fortitude! Thank you for sharing!

  10. Ashley F says:

    wow you’ve been all over and that all must have been something.

  11. Exceptional post~thank you for sharing!

  12. Amazing trailer~ Thank you for sharing!

  13. Exceptional excerpt! Thank you for the post and the giveaway!

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