I always wish I had a nomadic
life. After that accidental solo travel in Vietnam in 2010 , I thought it would be scary but I fell in love with
traveling in an instant. As soon as I got back home after that trip, I found myself longing for another adventure. The rest is history.
Though I enjoy company of my best
travel buddies, there is a certain kind of enjoyment and satisfaction which I
could only get from traveling solo. And it isn't about being a recluse. The
freedom of doing the things that I love to do without being ridiculed of my
choices, the freedom of deciding on my own without considering someone else’s
opinion – for me those are priceless. Sometimes, traveling with others can be frustrating. Places to go, sights to
see, what to do, and what food to eat - arguments about those can be a major
break-out. Most of the times those can also put strain on even the closest
friendship.
Because of traveling, I met new
people. I became friends with them right away without minding our endless
differences, like the language that we speak, the education that we attained,
and religion that we believe. It’s always interesting to hear tales from
wanderers like me. Their stories enthralled me and those made me want to travel
and experience more.
Traveling alone is not only an enriching
experience. It is not just about hopping from one place to another, or
feasting eyes on scenic views, or indulging and eating best dishes
gluttonously. It is more about learning from rich cultures of every place I
visit, meeting people of different personas, making new friends, and the best
of it all is learning to be independent. I haven’t experienced
nor seen a lot and I am not even halfway there. But it’s on my list. ☼
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