Solo Travel

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.

Alone in Namibia with Martha Gellhorn
Inside the Great Pyramid
A Useless Doctor in Eswatini
Queer Windhoek
Taking Arabic Classes in Beirut
Bathing in Islamic Cairo
Magic in Johannesburg
Walking in Belgrade
Powerhouse Women of Kampala’s Literary Scene
The Thrill of a New Country
A Brief Encounter in Tanga, Tanzania
High in Harar
Lunch and Dinner at Opposite Ends of South Korea
5 ½ Things I Learned Road Tripping in Iran
In and Around Yazd With New Friends
The Sulfur Baths of Tbilisi, Georgia
Isfahan Equals Half the World