Travelling the world is an amazing experience that brings me a lot of joy. There is so much of the world to see and I’ve barely scratched the surface. Travelling alone as I have done most of my travels has it’s advantages and it’s disadvantages. I get to go on the holiday that I want and I can be completely selfish and not have to adapt to anyone else’s wishes. If the mood and opportunity for some hot holiday fun presents itself then I’m also free to do that.
The downsides of travelling alone are not being able to split the cost of the accommodation etc, not being able to share the experiences with someone and the occasional bouts of loneliness. Two years ago when I travelled to Europe I had a great time but one evening towards the end of the trip I was in the Tivoli Gardens amusement park in Copenhagen and it was beautiful. It was twilight and great weather. When I looked around all I saw were families and couples. It seemed like I was the only single person in the world and it really hit hard.
This sort of thing has happened most times I’ve travelled. It’s always fleeting and I get right back to enjoying the world but I’m finding myself wondering when it will strike this time. Iceland I will be with some friends so I don’t think it will be there. Maybe it will hit in Berlin, where I’m hoping to rediscover my inner slut who has been dormant for too long. If no one is interested then that could definitely be the trigger. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be fine the whole way through. That would be nice.