Tag: Solo Backpacking
Throw your insecurities out the window. It is not weird to go to a gig, or a concert, or a music festival alone.
“STOP THE CAR!” I scream with all the air in my lungs. “STOP! LET ME OUT NOW!”
“Mei, are you okay? You look sad.”
“Mei, why are you angry?”
“Mei, my intern is scared of you. She says you look fierce.”
Here I am writing under a red-headed tree, enjoying the perfect winter weather – sunny with a crisp, cooling breeze.
They say travelling in Sri Lanka is the safer, easier version of risky India. Camilla, a Brazilian girl whom I met one night in this little island ferociously nodded at how true this statement was as she had just spent six months in India on her own.
A book is the best travel buddy you can have. A book doesn’t whine when he’s tired. He doesn’t bitch about getting lost. He doesn’t argue on whether to stay in or check out a bar. In the guest house or under a coconut tree, a book will follow whatever good and bad decisions your impulses desire.