I’m not dealing with age very well. “Middle-age” feels like the un-sexiest number to be. Everything from moisturizers to anti-aging potions are strewn throughout my bedroom and bath. The yoga mat is my closest
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.
Sometimes as a solo traveler, I resent having to make decisions for myself.
With endless options of things to do and places to see, there’s no one to bounce your ideas off of and it’s easy to feel overwhelmed with having to choose. Take day trips, for instance.
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.
Word on the street is that you’ll get the best scuba diving deals in Southeast Asia.
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.
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?
Annyeong 2011! Time is flying and it’s taking a jet.
Writing Home for the Holidays: GRRRL TRAVELER’s blogging mom
It was a winter white holiday for us in Korea and this year, while I abroad, I didn’t have to write home. Instead, my mom, the real family blogger, did it for me!
With my mother in town for two weeks, she battled the ups of sightseeing, desk-warming, seeing snow fall for the first time,… with the downs of first time solo travel and winter health. …