STILL FISHING

P1010554I’ll be back tomorrow.

I would be delighted, in the meantime, if you would look through my previous posts and pages. Perhaps you missed a few or will reread one with a new perspective.

Thank you for taking the time to read my post! Welcome to the tales of a woman solo traveler and thoughts to make today the start of something new. I hope you find information and inspiration in the text and images and join me in my quest for growth, wonderment and self-improvement.

Enjoy the day.

GONE FISHING…FOR IDEAS

P1020647Gone fishing for ideas, but I’ll be back on Monday.

I would be delighted, in the meantime, if you would look through my previous posts. Perhaps you missed a few or will reread one with a new perspective.

Thank you for taking the time to read my post! Welcome to the tales of a woman solo traveler and thoughts to make today the start of something new. I hope you find information and inspiration in the text and images and join me in my quest for growth, wonderment and self-improvement.

Enjoy the days.

SOLITUDE IS UNDERRATED

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Solitude and loneliness are often used as synonyms. But for me they are strikingly different. The former describes the state of being alone, whereas the latter implies a discontentment with this circumstance. The pleasure of companionship is not contested. We share our laughter, thoughts, and experiences. But taking pleasure in solitude is wondrous.

Being alone when a child was not something I relished, even knowing my family was nearby. It wasn’t until I was an adolescent and sent to my room, with parental exasperation,  that I began to appreciate being by myself.  I had no personal phone nor television, and computers only existed in sci-fi, but I spent some wonderful hours reading and listening to music.

In my adult years while the activities and destinations have expanded I recognize, while alone, an increased engagement with my surroundings. My focus is honed.

It is a time to relish a moment in my own way.

The choice of interests and activities are endless; loneliness is obsolete.

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WHAT BAG DO I BRING?

P1020641When traveling, I aspire to bring as little as possible.  But that “little as possible” still requires a bag.

Most people traveling independently carry the large iconic backpack, particularly when planning extended hiking trips.  I cannot comfortably support that weight, but that restriction still leaves me with a multitude of traveling options.

I’ve been traveling with an Eagle Creek bag, approximately 23″ X 13″ X 7″ carry-on size, with wheels, hidden straps for an optional backpack mode and a large expandable compartment, for about 15 years. ( I’m pitching the brand because I just sent it in for repairs as part of their lifetime warranty. The wheels, zipper and clasp were replaced, willingly, and the bag is almost as good as new. I just had to ship the bag one way, which set me back about $13.) I highly recommend those that stand by their products. Briggs-Riley is another company with excellent customer service and I am certain there are dozens more, but look for that lifetime warranty. I had no help with a very poorly constructed bag from Samsonite.

Despite the wheels, I still try to keep the weight to an absolute minimum. There are always stairs or hills to climb and transportation to get on and off of. The expandable compartment is great if needed, but I try not to use it.  What I cannot fit into the bag, I do not bring and this has yet to be a problem.

Compromising my ability to  walk on rough terrain for short distances is rarely an issue. Even when rocky or grassy I’ve only used the optional backpack mode once. If I plan a hike it will be for the day and I carry a small knapsack for the essentials.

The size of my travel bag keeps my transportation options open. I’ve managed  on scooters and motorcycles easily enough; on certain buses and trains I can keep it near me.  And plane carry ons are not only convenient, no chance of lost luggage or waiting endlessly at the baggage carousel, but they do not incur additional fees.

The smaller the bag, the less you bring. The less you bring, the less to fuss with. The less to fuss with, the better the trip. The better the trip, the smaller the bag.

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BIRDS DO IT, BEES DO IT

P1010010Birds do it, bees do it, even fleas do it and I’m not talking about falling in love.

Traveling to certain parts of the world acquaints us with new methods and challenges of a rather delicate nature.

Perhaps all you have ever seen, and ever care to see, is a sit down toilet accompanied by toilet paper disposed of in the aforementioned. And the thought of anything other than this is unimaginable,  But before you strike all foreign travel off your list, let me try to abate your apprehensions.

Rest assured that what initially seems unusual, can quickly become commonplace; humans are highly adaptable.

Many countries outside the US and Europe have toilets whose pipes withstand sewage but not toilet paper. In such instances there will be a wastebasket nearby and proper etiquette encourages a “jelly side down” approach. Do let your imagination run wild. I’ve dealt with dirtier restrooms here in my own hometown.

Elsewhere you may find a pail and a scoop with no paper. Do not panic. Take the scoop with your right hand, fill it with water and wash with your left. The water and scoop, when used properly, are kept clean and afterwards you should be too.  If the pail is running low on water, fill it up for the next person. A spigot will be nearby. Have a small bottle or bar of soap handy and wash your hands thoroughly. It is a highly effective and sanitary system.

Some countries have hoses that extend from the toilet. The concept is similar to the one above with an added convenience.

Sit down toilets are not everywhere and you may find yourself confronting a ceramic hole in the floor that may or may not flush (a bucket of water will be used for the latter) or some variation such as a very large hole in the ground with wide slabs of wood positioned atop for you to stand on; there may even be less, much less.  No matter what your gender a crouch or squat, nothing fancy, will be required at some point. If you have ever been camping you know the routine. If not, practice a bit at home. Your confidence and leg muscles will be stronger in no time.

A sense of privacy might also vary throughout the world. I have been on long bus rides where a “bathroom break” was a stop on the side of the road. Women might wrap a shirt or sweater around their waist as a kind of curtain, wear a skirt or, like the men, simply turn their backs . For obvious reason,  carry some tissues, toilet paper or a package of wet ones.  If need be, you can dispose of the paper in a plastic bag and discard it later. It’s simpler than it seems and not having to wait in a long queue is admittedly delightful.

Do not be dissuaded. Keep an open mind and do it.

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FIGHTING FEAR

P1040370Fear is not only primal but it can be uniquely personal. We rarely remain unaffected by our own experiences, what our families teach us, or what we learn from other sources.

The media barrage us with a daily dose of tragedy, catastrophe, violence and horror giving us the unceasing message that peril and suffering is everywhere. But news is meant to provoke a reaction, not to calm and reassure. And foremost news is a commodity. It is meant to sell.

Those who, even under dire circumstances, continue to find laughter and hope are rarely in our headlines. We are seldom made aware of those who engage in danger yet remain safe. We are continuously prompted to feel fear but not confidence, strength or courage.

If we are not vigilant we might begin to equate all destinations, even our familiar dwellings, as threatening and forbidding. Never lose a healthy sense of caution, and always take care, but be sure that your fears are realistic and not incited by fear mongers.  Let us not underestimate our strengths, our capabilities or our valor.

After all, the Cowardly Lion went to great lengths to acquire courage only to learn that, having acted in the face of fear, he had possessed it all along.

 

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TRAVEL ON MY OWN?

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I opt for independent travel because the sense of freedom and the ongoing encounters with both locals and fellow travelers is incomparable. I may not see all one might on a tour, but sitting at a cafe, wandering the streets, shopping in a local market, even getting lost in a maze of metros provide me with invaluable moments that rival the best monuments. And my interaction with people is markedly different.

When taking a local bus, boat, or train my companions are likely to be those who live in the land I have chosen to visit. To share a seat with a woman holding a live chicken in her lap, or a man transporting tiers and tiers of homemade dessert to market, or a man adroitly maneuvering his scooter onto a ferry over laden with huge sacks of goods, or watching children transport large containers of water they have just filled at the river remind me that “a daily routine” is defined differently throughout the world.

I am offered such glimpses with a bit more uncertainty and effort,  but it is well worth it.

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BUT WHAT IF I DON’T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE?

P1010505IMG_3909One of the best lessons learned while traveling is the discovery that we can flourish with much less than we thought possible, including a common tongue. Will it be more challenging? Undoubtedly. But it is well worth it.There will always be someone willing to play charades or delighted to practice his/her English. When in doubt, a student is a decent bet. In cities there is usually at least one hotel where helpful staff, even if you are not staying there, speak English and will jot down a name or address for you in their own language.

I recall standing at a bus stop with such a paper and showing it to an older woman. She promptly held my hand and waited with me…and waited with me, until the proper bus arrived. She then made sure the driver knew where I wished to go. Her kindness and the kindness of so many others make these voyages unforgettable.

Of course it is best to know the basics. I learn how to say “thank you” even if it takes me many days to master(you would be surprised)and a big smile helps. Bring a bilingual dictionary in addition to, or instead of, a phrase book. One word often captures a general idea and pointing to a map works too. Youtube videos, to learn a few essential phrases, can be a great start and there are translation apps, which I have not yet used. And you will almost always have other foreign travelers to speak with.

Now the choice of destinations is virtually endless.

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SNAPSHOT#1

P1040424Sometimes a moment lingers and the memory it produces is like a snapshot.

One evening I am seated at the counter of a diner. Despite the many vacant stools a young girl, after finishing her meal at a nearby table, sits beside me. She is completely uninterested in my presence but equally enthralled with an unexpected spectacle. With the practiced flicks and swishes of his hands the cook adeptly tames and encourages the unnaturally high flames dancing before us. Her brothers alight on the other side of me. While we perch, we are entranced with these pyrotechnics and await the next leap.

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IT IS NOT DANGER I LOVE, IT IS LIFE.

 

“I am not talking about living dangerously. Such words are meaningless to me…. It is not danger I love. I know what I love. It is life.” Antoine de Saint Exupery from Wind, Sand and Stars P1030140

Saint Exupery,  best known for creating the beloved Le Petit Prince,  wrote these words sometime in 1935 when aviation was still in its infancy. He had taken on the task of flying mail between France and African French colonies for Aeropostale ( a precursor to Air France).

The risks he took were extraordinary, but he knew that and gladly piloted those flights.

His choices far exceed ones I am likely to make. Nonetheless I am watchful so that my fear of danger does not hinder me.

It is not danger I love. It is life.