solo travel
You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.
I Want Adventure In That Great Wide Somewhere. Top Story - November 2017.
“What? That’s so cool. But…why?” Every time someone has asked me “why?” over the last two months, I’ve had some really great answers. Answers that were honest, but also very specificto the needs of each person that asked me – what they value, what they understand, how they think – because that’s something I’m good at. I’m great at editing my life to make it more palatable for those around me. Less great at making it palatable for myself.
By Laura Miller8 years ago in Wander
My Solo Holiday
No one likes to be alone. But there are those rare few people in the world, who flourish in their own company. Me being one of them. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I honestly can't stand it, to the point I think I may just have a mental breakdown. Other times I can't wait to get away from people and just relish my own company. But being alone for a long time hurts, so when I met him (he who I shall not mention until my later blogs), I could see the appeal of getting into relationships, one after another. But after a horrible break up and a torturous few months alone, I decided to go on holiday solo style. And here is how it went.
By Denilia Blue8 years ago in Wander
Why Everyone Should Travel Solo at Least Once In Their Life
Solo travel has always sounded exciting to me. Something I thought that maybe one day I would do, when this happens or that happens and suddenly it would be the best idea and I would run away on this crazy adventure. Bla Bla Bla....
By Ashley Clayton8 years ago in Wander
Flying Solo
Just last weekend I decided to get in one last surf trip before winter hit, as I had done many times before. This time around I was heading to Los Angeles alone. It was a tough decision being that I had never traveled alone; I don’t even like going to the grocery store alone, so just imagine my dilemma. I remember booking the flight with some hesitation, but if we’re being honest, it was the best decision I’ve made thus far.
By Stephanie Fanuz8 years ago in Wander
11,307 Feet
I came up here to write. Well, to write and look at the scenery. I was hoping the latter would help with the first but it’s really having the reverse effect. I had hoped that, in the face of a pristine sunset over a landscape of pure solidified natural wonder, I would be overwhelmed with important, impactful, inspiring words begging to be put down on my paper. Instead, I am struck by how utterly incapable my own thoughts are at articulating my view from a mile above the desert valley below.
By Robby Brothers8 years ago in Wander
Reindeer Hunt, East Iceland
After two weeks in Iceland, my final week was spent in the Eastern Mountains with my Workaway host and a few of his friends hunting reindeer. My host had been waiting five years for this and finally, this year, he won the lottery to hunt reindeer.
By Tatiana Ragsdale8 years ago in Wander
Through the Heart of Mount Whitney
I’ve done a lot of ambitious things in my life, but amongst the hardest was waking up at 3 AM to climb the highest peak in the States, trek 7,000 feet of elevation, by myself, then hike back down with enough time to make it home for dinner. Some could call me crazy, but I don't think I'm alone in the fact that I crave something more than a monotonous 9 to 5.
By Lana Nevers8 years ago in Wander
The Precipice
It was colder than I had expected. The wind was welcome, but became icy quite rapidly. The sweat that covered each layer of my clothing stuck to my glistening skin, growing colder with every gust of mountain breeze. There was no refuge from the sting. The irregular shapes of perspiration had formed a splotchy pattern on my zip-up hoodie. Darker patches of black grew steadily, staining my hoodie like lakes amidst an arid landscape. I opened my mouth to taste the air, but it punished me by taking my breath away. The blood inside my teeth sent shockwaves through my jaw, corroborating the obvious: fall was here. As my muscles began to relax, my pulse slowed. There was a different, louder crunch beneath my feet, as I made my way to the precipice. The trees were changing, and there were so many of them. They were different here. In time, we would see which ones were deciduous, and which ones will live forever. After all, time reveals everything.
By Solachi Voz8 years ago in Wander
