Suddenly ‘solo travelling’ has become an in-thing these days. There used to be a time when travelling solo – and that too for a woman in her mid-twenties – wasn’t looked at too kindly not just by society but also by folks at home. The travel bug did bite me since childhood as my parents were travel freaks and every vacation was meant for a retreat to some offbeat destination.
Over the course of time, I enjoyed the freedom to plan, to take my own decisions, do my kind of things without worrying about the comfort or liking of anybody else. Most importantly, the opportunity to know/interact with other travellers I crossed paths with helped me reflect, soul search, ponder and do all of this without being judged. At the end of every travel I found myself transformed to a better, super- smarter person with the ability and wit to handle tricky, unforeseen situations.
The travellers’ hostels which are safe and pocket-friendly is always my stay option.
Solo travels and hostel stays can be quite enriching and there was never an awkward moment when I felt intimidated or lonely. So, that’s where a new journey begins!
I think this adventurous lot has more than done justice to the ‘solo traveller’ title that becomes associated with their names. Every destination seems to remind these passionate travellers of the destinations eluding them and this desperate quest drives them headlong into the places unseen, unheard of.
Finally, make no mistake – owing a DSLR doesn’t make anyone a photographer but travelling does.