Stories and reflections from my journeys around the world as a solo traveller. From first impressions to unexpected adventures, these diaries share the freedom, challenges and discoveries of travelling alone. Follow along for insights, inspiration and the real feel of exploring without a companion.
My sixty visa-free days in Thailand had come to an end, so I took the short flight across the border from Chiang Mai to Hanoi in Vietnam. My previous experience of Vietnam had always felt a little overwhelming compared to Thailand, but I was up for a dance after settling in.
Read more: An Alien, Spaceman & Angry Pig on a Dancefloor
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At the end of 2013, I enjoyed the best 1-month adventure of my young hot life in Bali. It’s almost 10 years to the day that I find myself back here. Smell can be our strongest sense with regards to memory flashbacks, and being back immediately felt familiar.
Read more: Back to Bali (Indonesia Travel Diary #1)
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It took 24 hours to take two flights from Vietnam to the island of Cebu in the Philippines. Total flight time: 4 hours. Total time in Manila Airport and a god-awful ‘hotel’ for some rest: 20 hours. This was due to Air Asia cancelling one fight and delaying another.
Read more: Cebu City and Manila Airport (Philippines Diary #1)
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Despite winging my travels in many ways, I do like to be prepared. I held out until there were just 2 weeks left to apply for a Vietnam visa, as a big update was coming. It was worth the wait. They opened e-visa applications for all countries! And what a breeze.
Read more: Xin Chào! (Vietnam Travel Diary #1)
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Getting to the Seychelles began like many solo journeys. A 3 hour flight delay saw me landing at Mahé Airport at midnight. I can never sleep on planes or the night before boarding one, so the first thing my sleep-deprived-self had to deal with was not having a print-out of my return ticket.
Read more: The Journey There (Seychelles Travel Diary #1)
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Journeying to London involved 3 plane rides with an 8 hour overlay in Paris. I hadn’t thought to pack my toothbrush and some deo into my hand luggage and was sure that the airport staff would have tucked into my secret bag of Doritos.
Read more: London Diary: Impressions of a First-Timer
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I arrived at Coral Divers in Sodwana, South Africa, after a long, hot drive in an old Landrover that I had kindly been given the use of, while playing a mix of cassette tapes. I had signed up to do my Dive Masters, which would take 4 weeks in total.
Read more: Coral Divers: Destination Dive Master
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