The real honest truth about travelling solo. It’s not all cute photos and drinking (ok sometimes it is).
I don’t think I’ll ever be one of those incredible instagrammers that are taking over our lives as we scroll through beautiful square boxes of unbelievable locations around the world. For starters I don’t have the patience or confidence to get photos like some people do. I don’t have the outfits (I mean people MUST carry around so much?! I’m literally wearing the same clothes every 3 days), and I’m alone, so I have to ask other people to take my photos – and the results usually aren’t I what had in mind (see funny photo from Barcelona).
The point I’m loosely trying to make here is that travel comes with its highs and lows. Instagram only usually shows the highs, but over the past 2 weeks I’ve had my share of lows too. I spent the first week in Bangkok hanging out with some awesome people I met at the hostel, but the day before I was due to leave I received some really sad news that my Grandma had passed away. It was really tough, I’m 5000 miles away from my family but we’re doing our best to connect with video and WhatsApp voice notes so I feel part of the situation as much as possible. With that, I decided to stay in Bangkok in my familiar environment another night, yes it was a party hostel but I’d made some friends there and I decided it was the best option for that next 24 hours.
Fast forward a week, exploring Chiang Mai’s temples, feeding and walking elephants (everything an amazing and distracting experience) and I hit the water park at the Chiang Mai Grand Canyon. Sadly my total wipe out style day ended with me hurting my bad knee as I hit the water from a slide into at a weird angle. Given I’m alone, this is pretty shit. It’s been sore and achy ever since and I was in two minds about doing my day trip to the National Park the other day. Given I’ve hurt my knee so many times I feel confident I know how to look after myself but it’s a bit of a set back in the mix with the rest of my emotions.
I’m so lucky to even be in this situation so this isn’t a moany update, just more of a honest account of what’s actually happened outside of my fun (hoping you find them fun) instagram updates and in actual real life haha! Life carries on whether you’re travelling or not but I’m learning quickly how to handle it even though I’m 5000 miles from home.
Thanks to all my friends and family for their support and I’ll keep you all posted as you know! 🤗
What’s been your most challenging experience? Tell me in the comments it’s great to hear from others too!
P.s to lighten the mood, I have a mosquito bite right on my arse cheek 🙄😅