solo travel

You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.

Traveling Alone is Good for the Soul
I hiked 800 kilometers in 34 days. I walked the Camino de Santiago. A road that has existed for thousands of years and has been crossed by millions of people, it's a trek that takes you from the very south-west of France to the (almost) western coast of northern Spain, to the city of Santiago de Compostela.
By Leona Françoise Caanen4 years ago in Wander
Aberporth to New Quay..the easy way.
Looks like I left us with a bit of cliff hanger on the last blog - I didnt mean to, I just hit the Publish button by mistake - So I'll continue where I left off, with us all feeling a little fagged and shagged overlooking the beach at Aberporth. We would now have to walk across the north beach and then walk up a pile of steps to get onto the road which led to the road to the town square. What joy. So we did and that took about 10 minutes once more heading uphill, it was feeling hopeless. Then Grant who was ahead of us started waving to come on up. Salvation came in the form of the Morlan Pub - there was a cheerful beer garden right in front of us with friendly waitresses and beer aplenty. We threw the rucksacks on the floor and at last sat down - beers were ordered and we could now at last talk to each other. Beers arrived and the sun was still blazing away.
By Germcorp4 years ago in Wander
Sunday Driver
I remember joking about Sunday Drivers. They wear a hat, drive too slow, and don't have any sense of urgency, generally holding up traffic. Mostly found on country roads.
By Lisbeth Stewart4 years ago in Wander
The Giants of Casa Grande
In late February, 1979, I drove from cold, white and barren Saskatoon, Saskatchewan to sunny and warm Apache Junction, Arizona. Most of my time was spent with relatives in this relatively new (at the time) suburb of Phoenix. Every morning, I hit golf-balls at a nearby driving range, visited my Aunt in the afternoon and, at night, played an extraordinary number of card games with other more-distant relations.
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Wander
Freckles Abroad
Okay, so not really “can be” but more “was” - as in, I took my week-long trip to Scotland by myself. What a gorgeous country! Scotland and Wales are part of the United Kingdom, so are they considered “countries” or “states”? Either way, it was incredibly lovely.
By Gabrielle R. Lamontagne4 years ago in Wander
Dear Montana
Dear Montana, I thought I would die leaving you. I mean this literally. When I merged on to I80 West from Elko, NV towards my new home of Reno, Nevada, my chest tightened up so fiercely that it shoved waves of pain past the lump in my throat and spread through my jaw. I couldn't swallow, and for a moment I couldn't breathe. Slowly I took in a deep breath and felt it fill my lungs before I gently let the air escape through my lips. I could still breathe, so I knew I wasn't really going to die.
By Marci Brodock4 years ago in Wander
Hangzhou
Every year I set out for a solo trip on my birthday. It has become a tradition over the years. So, when I moved to Shanghai, I thought I would have to let go of this tradition as I was completely new to the place. Apart from "Ni Hao" and desperate actions using hands, I could not utter any Mandarin word to save my life. Friends suggested to stay in Shanghai and enjoy the skyscraper view in a nice restaurant. But I needed greenery, a bit of tranquillity and I didn't have any clue on where to find that in the vast landscape of China. Hangzhou came up in a conversation with a friend just before my birthday and I realized that it was the perfect place for my birthday.
By chembarathi4 years ago in Wander
Why being an ex-pat is better than being a digital nomad?
What’s the difference anyway? According to Google… “An expatriate, or ex-pat, is an individual living and/or working in a country other than his or her country of citizenship, often temporarily and/or for work reasons.”
By thewellnessxplora4 years ago in Wander
Quiet of the Desert
Here, I find absolute quiet…I struggle to remember the last time in my life where I could hear nothing at all. There are sounds here and there but they are all natural and non-man made. The wind blows full gusts across my body, to hear the rocks move or jolt under my feet as I step over and around them to soar to new heights, and to listen to the sharp squawking of the desert falcon soaring into the air above me.
By Ben W4 years ago in Wander
It was the snow that did it to me.
The snow kissed my skin. It was saying “hello, I’m here.” I looked up and it kissed my skin with so my lightness and grace that it felt like it wasn’t even real.
By Anna Patch5 years ago in Wander
Mental check: Finding my purpose in life?
It’s All About You [email protected] You know I travel constantly: moving is my home, so it would be fair to expect me to give more travel tips online. If we talked a bit more, you may remember that I study fashion. If I did speak about myself more than usual, you certainly understood that I don’t do it to wear luxury nor to look distinguished, but because I love art. As an artist, I think and often see life with a deeper meaning than other minds. The thoughts never stop. They run all around my brain, perfectly unable to keep the focus, amazed by every object, place or person. I am aware of everything, but one: what is going on inside the rest of you. What you like and what you hate. What happened that got us drinking a beer on a table hundreds of kilometres away from home. How important or casual this way of living is for you. The kind of human it makes you become.
By Mherla "Karma" G5 years ago in Wander
Aloha, Hawaii!
On my 22nd Birthday, my parents bought me a ticket to Hawaii. It was not the first time I went on vacation without my parents as I had went a few weeks prior to Los Angeles with friends on a road trip, but it was the first time that I would ever:
By A.A.C.5 years ago in Wander