The Invisible Traveler. That’s what I called myself on my first solo trip. I was nineteen and traveled to Ireland from Scotland, where I was doing a temp job. Solo travelers recognize that feeling of invisibility though female travelers also know that sometimes we stick out too much. We have to endure strange looks and questions, judgment, pity, unwelcome suggestions, awkward moments having dinners alone. Yet I still often travel solo for what it offers: chance encounters, solitude for reflection, freedom to do whatever I like.
