As a solo traveler, I admire solo travelers, who commit to bravery when going alone.
I still have my moments of fearing traveling alone and getting lost or stranded in some place foreign. And yet, …
As a solo traveler, I admire solo travelers, who commit to bravery when going alone.
I still have my moments of fearing traveling alone and getting lost or stranded in some place foreign. And yet, …
There’s been headlines in the news about women encountering danger abroad. In Delhi last December, a nation was awakened when a local physiognamy intern accidentally boarded a private bus with a friend and was raped by six men. Even more recently, the body of 33-year old Sarai Sierra was found in Turkey after she had gone missing for two weeks.
It’s made the public and media becry – Is it safe for women to travel alone?
Since I’ve completed almost of month of travel, with having had only two days to prepare before hitting the road, it’s time to assess my shining highs and my rock-bottom lows.
What did I learn from this crash course in winging a last-minute trip?
Quite simply, I learned how to survive it.
So now I’m going to give you some “insider tips”, so that you that can survive it better than me.
A few months at most… I’ll go back home just long enough to find another job to get me back to Korea.” That’s what I told myself. Returning to the U.S. was the furthest thing from my plan.
My Hindu astrologer in Dharamsala quoted a year. I had difficulty believing him. A year later,… the stars were right.
I’ll admit, there are times being a solo traveler at night can feel like… well, a single gal alone on a Friday night!
All the world is aglow with friends and drunken laughter. Meanwhile, you’re either standing outside in the cold envying the social fun indoors or in your guesthouse painting your toenails the color of ‘wishful thinking’! Times like this, it’s hard not to occasionally feel… lame.
Well, nuh-uh. It doesn’t have to be this way.
There’s a mystique around female solo travelers. We’re an anomaly and yet, our numbers are growing. Traveling alone, I meet all types of journeying women: from reluctant to experienced, to the newbie ready to cling to the first companion that reaches out. I’m no more or less brave than any of them.
I can’t say I’m an expert on travel insurance. I’ve only purchased it two times in my life and recently, because it was mandatory. But here are some findings I thought would be helpful.
The water was flooding panic into my goggles and stinging my eyes. I blew out sharply to clear out my mask. We were pulling ourselves down by the anchor rope, descending to the ocean floor. I was at the head of the group and the second in line. Going back up was not an option…