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How to start travelling solo

How to start travelling solo

The first thing I did when I decided to write this post, was to throw ‘How to start travelling solo‘ into Google. Back came 42 million hits and right at the top was one that had a list. Everyone loves lists so I took a look:

  • Taking your first solo trip can be scary and overwhelming. …
  • Always keep a business card from your hotel with you. …
  • Don’t drink too much alcohol, and know your limits. …
  • Always be aware of your surroundings. …
  • Check in with someone at home every once in a while so they know you’re safe and having a good time.

Wow…if I had read this list before my first trip alone I would never have gone!!! It would have scared the living daylights out of me! 😅 Of course one has to be safe but…sheesh….what a guaranteed way to turn somebody off travelling alone.

Anyway, I have travelled by myself so that must mean I’m a fearless kinda person who thinks nothing of booking a ticket to the other side of the world and then winging it? Right? [almost falls over while laughing hysterically].

Right, so I’m not that person. I’m an absolute scaredy-cat who suffers anxiety, has no sense of direction, is terrified of public transport and really shouldn’t go far without a responsible adult to accompany me. So how did I get to be travelling alone? Read on…

The Ups (and Downs) of my Solo Trip to England

The Ups (and Downs) of my Solo Trip to England

Me walking in the Cotswolds

Eng-a-land swings like a pendulum do, Bobbies on bicycles, two by two…”

You’ve got that song in your head now, haven’t you. Sorry ’bout that. 🎵 England was my first trip completely alone since my husband Norbert died, so I thought I’d put together some of my loveliest memories, and also share what I learned from the occasions when I turned into a panic-stricken idiot!

ITALY: The Creation of New Memories

ITALY: The Creation of New Memories

Me standing on a balcony

Warm, tropical rain was coming down when I left home, but the sun was already shining by the time I got to the airport. This trip began like all other trips in the past…standing in queues and sitting around in an airport. I’ve done this plenty of times before, so why was my heart palpitating a little faster than usual? Why was I experiencing just a little bit of trepidation? It was because this was my very first solo trip overseas.