Travel is about meeting new people, and sharing stories with each other. Sometimes, you meet the annoying Mr/Mrs Know-It-Alls, who have been to so many places in the world. With these people, you probably find yourself in conversations like these:
You: “Oh, this sunset is so beautiful!”
Travel snob: “Nah, it’s just alright. I’ve seen much better.”
Credits: Yuankuei Cheng
Maybe you are witnessing the “best sunset in the world” at Santorini with a newfound hostel mate, and you just have to exclaim on the magic unravelling in front of you. Only to meet a Debbie Downer who brags about seeing far more spectacular sunsets in far-flung locations, like the safaris of Africa or on a dinghy boat in the open seas.
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When the work is done, the work is done
We’ll be bionic and beyond the circuits of our minds
We’ll get nothing done under electric sun
Leave the weight of labour far behind
We’re the greatest story that was ever told
But we don’t know where we’re from
And the walls became but a memory
Of the days when all the work begun
~ The Day The Work Is Done by Take That
After sunset, I was strolling along Lake Tekapo and admiring the crescent moon hanging low on the cobaltish-yellow night sky. Through the earphones plugged deep in my ears, I begin to hear the anthemic beats and catchy melody of “The Day The Work Is Done” by Take That. On a short sabbatical after quitting my job, the song instantly resonated with me and I looped the song a few times.
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“I did it all, I did it all
I owned every second that this world could give
I saw so many places
The things that I did
Yeah, with every broken bone
I swear I lived”
~ I Lived by OneRepublic
(In Part 1, I covered the worries and apprehensions prior to undertaking solo trips and that transitioned towards Part 2, where I listed the reasons to why I love solo travel.)
After travelling alone numerous times, I realised that there have been changes in my approach towards solo travels and I have grown from an “uneasy” newbie to a “confident” traveller. And the more I travel alone, the more changes there are in my behaviour during such solo trips. Hence – in Part 3 of the travelling alone series – I will like to detail how my travelling patterns have changed throughout these solo travel experiences.
1. Becoming more comfortable with myself (introversion)
The first city I travelled to alone was Paris, and I can still remember the experience of watching the sunset over the Eiffel Tower. Being alone afforded me the serenity to savour the moments of the sun slowly setting into the horizon in such a picturesque and world-renowned landmark. Yet – although there was calmness in me, there was this lingering sense of melancholy in my heart still. As throngs of couples surrounded me, I (perceived and) envied them for being deeply in love when I only had the company of my own thoughts.
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“We got a lot of hope and the best intentions
Stuck inside of our own conventions
There’s nothing I could say to you
That means as much as what I do
Oh woah oh
Where you wanna go oh
It’s about that time, that you and I
Ditch this town, start living right”
~ Wanderlust by Nick Gallant
(In Part 1, I detailed the apprehensions and thoughts I had prior to undertaking solo trips. Ultimately, all my trips had turned out fantabulous and the worries were always for no reason!)
This is Part 2, and now, I shall try to explain the merits of travelling alone and why it is so addictive for me. Of course, solo travel is not always smooth sailing. Sometimes (or more like rarely), you might wish for someone to be around you and I will also pen this down.
So, let’s get started. First off, let’s try to understand why I love to travel alone!
Continue reading Why I love travelling alone (Part 2)