Are you a newbie to using squat toilets? Traveling a country, where there’s non-western toilets? Going hiking in the woods, where the toilet is the great wide open? Well, here’s a helpful aide for my squeamish squatters…
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.
It’s no secret I’m a big fan of public transportation, when I travel. Buses particularly. Until now, the notion of traveling in India by public bus used to intimidate me. Every time I’d see a bus parked at a stop, it looked like a rudimentary tin cans on wheels, packed tight and spilling over with people.
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.
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…
Long-term solo travel. I wouldn’t call it easy. Being homeless and living on the road is hard work!
By my sixth month, my travel enthusiasm began fluctuating. I was still thrilled by the unending travel adventure I was living; but also, starting to feel run down from shouldering the constant responsibility of it.
Dear Love, You may be wondering what’s up with me these days.
Before I left Korea, I had planned 3 months in India… My plan: to job search for summer work. One hitch: I never planned for the ‘what if’ I never found a job by the end of my Indian summer! …
What does the idea of “a solo woman traveling in India” surface for you?
When I met Chiaki, we were both, waiting for the local bus to our yoga ashram. A Japanese waif of gentle yogic smiles, she challenged my notions about what it is to be a solo female traveler in India. Chiaki didn’t boast the extensive list of a world traveler nor was she avoiding the challenges of navigating the local terrain in the way a native would; yet, she was tackling India solo doing it in calm stride.
How the hell was she doing it?