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Solo Traveling: Pros and Cons of Going It Alone

Solo Traveling: Pros and Cons of Going It Alone

When did I first go somewhere alone? As far as I remember, it was a trip to Germany on a paragliding trip. Back then – about 12 years ago – it wasn’t as easy to go abroad as it is now, and not many of my friends went. And not only because there was no money – it’s hard to remember now, but back then you had to get a visa for that, and it was very difficult. At that time, I had both the first and the second. Plus, theoretically, friends were waiting for me there, albeit only virtually, but like-minded people. And most importantly, I really wanted to go to this event, so it wasn’t scary – the desire overcame any fears.

I remember staying in an apartment in Berlin with a cool host through Couchsurfing. And at the airport I lived in a tent – ​​which is usually unacceptable for me, but there were great showers and toilets nearby in the terminal, so it was very comfortable. And one day I flew back and forth from East Germany to West Germany – to see a classmate in Cologne. Overall, the trip was great.

That’s where it all started, and then there was no stopping me: now solo travel is my love. Yes, of course, traveling with someone, especially with a loved one, is also wonderful. But, I think, even if I have a family, I will always go somewhere alone, at least sometimes. And here’s why.

Top 5 benefits of solo travel

1. No need to adjust. No need to wait for someone to have a vacation or weekend. Discuss whether you like the chosen accommodation option or not. And so on.

2. It follows from the first: even at the last moment you can choose a cheaper flight option – not for the dates that suit someone, but for those when there are options at a low price. Tip: after you have decided on a trip, simply select the option to track ticket prices for a month on Skyscanner, turn on email notifications about changes, and stop as soon as these prices suit you. Almost always, you can grab an option that costs about the same as tickets purchased in advance (which is the most effective way to buy cheaper).

3. Rest from your surroundings. Agree, even your most beloved half can sometimes get tired. And even the coolest friends and, sorry, even children, sometimes get tired. The opportunity to briefly break out of your circle is priceless.

4. Freedom of choice. When you don’t have to adjust to anyone’s rhythm and tastes during your trip, it’s simply fantastic. You can plan your day however you want: run around the sights in a “get-to-get-everything” rhythm, or, on the contrary, spend half the day in bed. You can walk fast or slow. You can’t go three times a day, but whenever you want. The possibilities are endless.

5. Getting to know yourself. Usually, most of us rarely come face to face with our own “self.” And even when we’re alone, we often continue to have internal dialogues with the people around us. Solo travel is a great opportunity to try to communicate only with ourselves. Yes, of course, you can’t stay alone here either: meet new people, continue to communicate with those who stayed at home. But ideally, try to give up everything and everyone and feel like, for example, the hero of a travel movie. Just imagine: you are in a place where no one knows your name and most likely doesn’t even speak your language. You can be whoever you want. Play this game.

Top 5 Disadvantages of Traveling Alone

1. It’s expensive. Yes, our world is still designed for at least two. The cheapest hotel rates are not for single rooms, but for double rooms. And the former are not always even provided for in principle! When traveling somewhere with a group, you can save even more, for example, by renting an apartment on Airbnb: if you divide its cost among several people, it will be cheaper than any hotel. When renting an apartment alone, you pay the full price yourself. The same applies, for example, to renting a car.

2. Potential danger. I have not yet had to face any safety problems when traveling solo, but logic suggests that it may be easier to cope with a problem with someone than alone. You don’t even need to imagine any extraordinary situations. Let’s say you get sick or sprain your ankle. Of course, it will be easier to cope when there is someone close to you.

3. Full responsibility. When traveling with someone, you usually divide responsibilities in one way or another. For example, someone is responsible for choosing accommodation. Someone organizes leisure activities, and so on. If something goes wrong, you can always file a claim with your partner and wait for the problem to be resolved by the other. When traveling alone, you will have to do everything exclusively on your own.

4. Lack of photos. Yes, yes, for some this may be a decisive factor: on a solo trip there will be no one to take pictures of you. Well, unless you cling to the appropriate request from passers-by. But usually a solo trip is a lot of photos from the trip itself, but almost all of them are without you. Except for selfies, of course.

5. Loneliness. There are people for whom solo traveling is contraindicated. These are people who are simply afraid, do not know how or do not like to be alone with themselves – there are such people. Yes, of course, on any trip you will encounter other people in one way or another. You can always meet and chat with someone new. But if you are not very comfortable being alone – of course, it is better not to even try.

Safety Rules

  • Take care of the organization. In fact, I personally love this: going wherever your eyes see, stopping for the night where you like. But it is usually more expensive than the option with a pre-booking. And, in my opinion, it is more suitable for traveling not alone. When going somewhere solo, it is still better to choose in advance where you will live, check the chosen option, and share information with loved ones who are staying at home. Let them have all the information about the route of your trip, the places where you will be at each moment of time, etc.
  • Plan transfers. The more carefully you organize everything in advance, the greater the guarantee that the trip will go great. Remember: in the process, there will be no one but you to solve problems.
  • Prepare backup options. You should always have a “plan B”, alternative payment methods, etc. Again: when traveling solo, you will be in “no one but you” mode.
  • Stay in touch. The only real help you can count on is probably help from home. Make sure you can get it: make sure you have a phone line and/or internet access from where you will be.
  • Take precautions. Don’t be paranoid – but always be skeptical. Some solo travel articles even say “don’t drink alcohol.” There’s really no need to go to extremes. Yes, you can’t dive solo. And you can’t get in the water after drinking alcohol. But basically, you can do the same things when traveling alone as you would on any other trip. Just keep an eye on things, don’t get too relaxed, don’t hang out with suspicious strangers, and you’ll be fine.

Try it – you might like it!

My Favourite Books, circa 2008

My Favourite Books, circa 2008

I put this list together back in 2008, on LiveJournal. Reading it again now, I still completely agree with some entries, and want to argue with my younger self about others — especially her ironic asides about women writers. But I deliberately haven’t changed anything of substance: let the list stand as it was — a portrait of me in my early twenties, drawn through the books I loved then. I’ve only lightly cleaned up the language so it reads more smoothly.

Someone was running a poll on this topic on Facebook the other day, and I remembered I’d once tried to put together a similar list — back in the good old days of LiveJournal. I went back to look at it, and was a bit surprised in places. A couple of books I barely remember now; another couple I’d cross out. About five more were one-hit wonders that just happened to land at that particular moment… But on the whole, it checks out: most of these books shaped who I became.

I should probably edit and update the list one day. For now, I’ll just leave it here, with my comments from back then:

1. Umberto Eco. The Name of the Rose (an undisputed favourite; you could say it’s because of this book that I went to university — and honestly, it changed the course of my life)

(from here on, not in order of importance, just as it comes to mind)

2. Thornton Wilder. The Bridge of San Luis Rey (there’s an idea in it that keeps coming back to me)

3. Jorge Luis Borges. The Book of Imaginary Beings (I love all of Borges, really)

4. F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby (this is the book that used to make me cry; I should track down the film — Redford as Gatsby is perfect)

5. Ernest Hemingway. The Sun Also Rises (one of those life-defining books)

6. H.G. Wells. The Door in the Wall (I’ve also been looking for it ever since I was a child)

7. Michel Houellebecq. The Elementary Particles (probably the most recent entry on my list of life-shaking literary works; a terrible and beautiful book at once)

8. John Steinbeck. The Winter of Our Discontent (strange — none of his other work landed for me, but this novel I quoted to pieces; “the words ‘son of a bitch’ can only offend a man who has doubts about his mother” — that’s from here; and the plot itself… I love these moments of self-definition)

9. Choderlos de Laclos. Dangerous Liaisons (no matter how much Hollywood adaptations may have cheapened it, in my view it’s a landmark book — also about the limits of what’s permissible)

10. Alessandro Baricco. Ocean Sea (I’m going to download it and re-read it, but as far as I remember, this particular novel of his is written to the rhythm of the ocean’s sound)

11. Selma Lagerlöf. The Ring of the Löwenskölds (I’ve already confessed that as a child I used to read the Karelian-Finnish epic Kalevala — and this is a novel from Swedish life; no matter how often people tell me Northern Europeans are dull, I find them delightful)

12. Gabriel García Márquez. One Hundred Years of Solitude (I remember finding his meditative fantasies a bit of a slog, but for some reason they keep resurfacing in my memory)

13. Hunter S. Thompson. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (perhaps I should take up gonzo journalism)

14. Iris Murdoch. The Black Prince (I confess I don’t even remember what it’s about, but I do remember what I took away from it)

15. Somerset Maugham. The Moon and Sixpence (this is the one about Gauguin, isn’t it? Gauguin has always been one of my heroes)

16. George Orwell. 1984 (I remember it being bound together with another dystopia by, I think, a Russian writer; instructive)

17. Hermann Hesse. Siddhartha (I read it in one sitting, in a few hours; the catharsis was powerful, and I was never quite the same again; that said, I haven’t been able to finish anything else by Hesse — too dull)

18. Arturo Pérez-Reverte. The Flanders Panel (I love a good detective novel — especially a clever one)

18. Sébastien Japrisot. A Woman in the Mirror (a master of cinematic detective stories with flashbacks; I wish I could write like that)

20. Vladimir Nabokov. Speak, Memory (this brilliant weaver of rich Russian prose isn’t only about Lolita — from his pen came multicoloured literary tapestries of utterly unique patterns)

21. Françoise Sagan. The Heart-Keeper (I remembered her mainly so the list would have more women on it — though I do think women aren’t very good at writing)

22. Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary (essentially, a practical handbook on typical female neuroses)

23. Oscar Wilde. The Picture of Dorian Grey (a dream)

24. Irvine Welsh. Eurotrash (raw and brutal)

25. Mikhail Bulgakov. The Master and Margarita (no comment needed here, I think)

26. Milan Kundera. The Unbearable Lightness of Being (probably the best portrayal of the different ways the human body can be perceived; I’m firmly on the male protagonist’s side, not the heroine’s)

27. Daniel Keyes. Flowers for Algernon (science fiction at its most terrifying)

28. Miguel de Cervantes. Don Quixote (I fully agree with Dostoevsky — or whoever it was — who said that if humanity were ever required to justify itself at the Last Judgment, this book could serve as its defence)

29. Emily Brontë. Wuthering Heights (off to find the film adaptation — as far as I remember, it’s beautiful)