Furious and shocked about what I got to read so far how to behave/wear to avoid “dangerous” situations if you are a woman travelling alone in India.
Dangerous as euphemism for up to be raped and killed.
So no skirts over the knee, no figure-hugging clothes, no looking into men’s eyes cause it could be interpreted as sexual willingness, not to talk about neckline/decollete...
The fact that there are special book chapters on the topic is shocking.
When is it going to be feasible to be in any part of the globe and be yourself, independent of gender, race or nationality ?
One of the reasons I love stopping into the local farm stores is the food just tastes so much better. So much for fast food. If you are driving down a road and your thinking about lunch or a quick snack. Stop in for some delicious apples or cheese and crackers. Crows offers their own line of jams and jellies which make for such a nice gift if your visiting a friend or wondering what to get someone who you think has everything. You are not only supporting a local business but you’re getting something delicious in return. #shoplocal#farmstands#farmlife#capecod#travellingalone#capecodlife#sandwich#christmastree#theholidaysarecoming#friends
"There are some places in life where you can only go alone. Embrace the beauty of your solo journey." — Mandy Hale
19 years ago today I waved goodbye to my parents at Heathrow to set of on an undetermined length of time travelling adventure on my own (it was also their wedding anniversary, as indeed it is today too!).
Little did I know that I would eventually be gone for over 25 months finally returning home (and surprising them) on 21 December 2001. Initially I thought I might go for about 3 months. Possibly a year. As I go into it though, it became my “occupation” if you like. A great adventure and learning experience. Many of you reading this right now I might have met on those (or subsequent) travels. I remember that first week in Bangkok. Unsure of what to do, how to engage with people, where to go - and that’s why I ended up stuck in Bangkok for 8 days. This picture was taken a few weeks after that when I went for a day trip to the River Kwai.
Back then, the internet was still starting. I’d never heard of it till I got to uni in ’96 and didn’t really use it (and then only for email) when I went travelling in ’99. There was no looking up hostels on Tripadvisor, no smartphones, no constant connection, no Skype or FaceTime. I didn’t see my folks for over two years, and went one 5 month stretch without even speaking to them on the phone (expensive! And I was living on about £10 a day throughout the two years - including flights and adventures, accommodation, travel, food across Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia, Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, the Cook Islands, the USA, Guatemala, Honduras, Belize and Mexico). -
People engaged more. Sure, we did watch movies at guest houses but you still chatted more, and looked up more. When I went to stay in a hostel in Nicaragua 2 years ago I saw just how the travelling experience had changed. Of course, if you went travelling in the ’60’s or ’80’s it was different still with no email at all. -
Things change, of course they do. I get that. At the same time, I feel that we have lost something being always reachable. -
Get lost. Go into the unknown. Get scared. Grow. Develop.
There was something captivating about these naked trees sitting in the shallow waters of the lakes edge. I loved the contrast of the orange earth agains the blue lake and white snowy peaks! Such beautiful scenery in New Zealand! (📍Glenorchy, New Zealand : 2017) 🇳🇿