When I talk about having travelled solo for a long period of time, it’s always something that surprises people, especially women. Of course ladies do travel, but the majority go in twos or threes and only a few are by themselves.
We like to think we can gift you with the odd talking point from time to time, so let’s cheer up a slow, wet Monday with something that complements your usual astute attention to matters cultural and also says, ‘Yes, I take the time to look up and engage with my surroundings’.
A few years back I decided to go travelling on my own. I was thinking big. Not just a few days or weeks, but months – maybe a year – on the go. Planning the trip itself was great fun. But I found backpack packing for long-term travel quite a disconcerting task.
Every new mum whose family lives on the other side of the world is dealt both a blessing and a curse: the former being that you’ve evaded the meddlings of your own mother; the latter being that you will one day have to get on a plane with your offspring and cross continents – and time zones!