I’m just like,
when i tell people that i was traveling in morocco, they would often ask, “are you going there by yourself?” i would say yes, and they would show the usual and expected face of surprise, which i just interpret as a sign of admiration to my courageous and adventurous spirit.
aha, now that i have indulged in a bit of self-inflation, i will say that solo female travelers are not rare. whenever we meet each other, we get very excited. we get to do long-awaited girl chats and exchange stories of us getting harassed by a pretty bizarre variety of guys. the thing is though, when i “travel alone,” i’m never really alone. take my trip to morocco for instance, i was by myself only when i was flying in and out of the country. the rest of the time, i just traveled with other people.
if you know me, you know i have a hopelessly misleading sense of direction. really, for someone who likes traveling solo, i’m not that good at it. so whenever i get the chance to, i latch on to other people when i need to move from city to city, like a flea. all i need to do is ask around the hostels and keep a lookout for other people who are heading off to the same places as me, and once i get to the next place, i meet up with other new people to hang out or travel with. in this way i met sooooo many people during my 12 days in morocco, and the fun part was running into these people i’ve met in different places in morocco later, all when i was in Chefchaouen. made me feel like the popular kid in morocco high. aha
so, to those who are are skeptical of solo female traveling, i say, it’s not that bad. actually, it’s pretty sweet. of course, if you’re not ready, you’re not ready, because having the right mindset is so important. however, if you feel you’ve got the right attitude (namely calmness in the face of confusion, openness in the face of new friends, and bitchiness in the face of people who gets too close to yours), give it a go. you’ll probably just end up traveling like a happy flea. well, minus the bloodsucking.