Sisters Uncharted

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Author: Siobhain

  • First Time in Melbourne: Museums, Mistakes and Myki Cards

    First Time in Melbourne: Museums, Mistakes and Myki Cards

    This was my first time in Melbourne, but not my first time in Australia. And somehow that made everything new again. New state, new rules, new energy. I went to stay with my good friends Andy and Rob, and most importantly, their beautiful Italian greyhound, Shanks. Thank you both for putting up with me, I mean, putting me up.

    Let’s start with the plane. Or more specifically, the gate to the plane. Because, if you’re flying to Australia, there’s a surprise security checkpoint right there at the gate, like a final boss battle just when you thought you’d made it.

    It’s not regular security. They take away your liquids. All of them (over 100 ml). Even the ones you just bought inside the airport because you’re through security now and you thought that meant you were safe. But no. Australia’s got gate security and your water bottle? Gone. Unless you’ve got time to sprint back to a toilet and empty it down the sink; which, let’s be honest, you won’t, it’s going in the bin. Brutal.

    There’s usually a water fountain after the gate security, like some kind of smug reward for getting through, but that’s not the point. The point is: Australia plays by its own weird rules, and you find that out before you even get on the plane.

    Landing Cards and Jetstar’s Deep Hatred of Stationery

    Next lesson: bring a bloody pen. Especially if you’re flying with Jetstar, who seem to have a strict policy of never, ever handing out writing utensils under any circumstances. Ask for one, and they’ll look at you like you just requested their kidney. If, after serious begging, someone does lend you a pen, don’t get attached, because they’ll sneak over and reclaim it the second you drift off. Not even joking.

    So yeah, you need a pen. Because you need to fill in a landing card. And for that, you need to know where you’re staying. I didn’t. Which meant I had to ring my friend Andy while he was driving to pick me up, trying to get his address mid-traffic. It turned into an argument. I say “argument,” he says “mild disagreement.” Either way, lesson learned: pen and address, always.

    The Great Customs Colour Gamble

    Once you get through immigration, you’ll be directed toward customs, and this is where things go full border control game show. You get funnelled into a line, and then you’re silently judged before being assigned either green (freedom) or red (doom).

    And look, they’re not just looking for drugs or dodgy cheese. They’re checking for soil. On your shoes. I’d been in Thailand before this, and I had some Thai clay still stuck in my treads. I was convinced they were going to pull me aside, fine me a fortune, and destroy my hiking shoes on sight. I felt like a criminal, just because I’d walked through a field somewhere near Krabi. Turns out, I was fine. But still, stressful.

    Carlton Gardens and Melbourne skyline on a sunny day, part of a first time in Melbourne walk
    This was my walking route from Fitzroy to the Melbourne Museum. Not too shabby.

    Fitzroy: Hipster Heaven (with Vegan Schnitzels)

    Andy and Rob live in Fitzroy, which is a bit posh and very cool, full of terrace houses that probably cost more than small islands. They’re near Brunswick Street, which became my street. I walked up and down it like a local. Vegan cafes, vegan ice cream, vegan cakes… and then I discovered vegan parma.

    Forget burgers. It’s all about the vegan parma with chips and salad and a beer. I ate more of that than I care to admit. It’s like Australia’s unofficial national dish, and it turns out I was very patriotic about it.

    Also nearby: Smith Street. Even cooler. Possibly trendier. One wine bar there did a vegan cheese board (and here’s the miracle) when I asked if they could just give me half of the giant plate, they actually said yes and charged me half the price. Revolutionary.

    Also, everyone around Brunswick and Smith Street has tattoos and porn star moustaches. Every single one of them. It’s like a local requirement. Beards optional, but the ’70s facial hair? Non-negotiable.

    Pufferfish warning sign spotted in St Kilda during a first time in Melbourne adventure
    Typical Australian warning sign. St Kilda.

    Museums, Gardens, and Myki Cards (That You Can’t Avoid)

    One of the first things I did on my own was walk from Fitzroy to the Melbourne Museum, which is tucked inside the beautiful Carlton Gardens. Gorgeous spot. There was a lot about Indigenous history that hit me pretty hard. I had a bit of a cry. Good cry, but still.

    The gardens around the museum became my go-to for wandering, thinking, and occasionally trying to walk off the vegan parmas.

    Another day, Rob took me on the tram into town. Here’s something else Australia loves: transport cards. In Melbourne, it’s the myki card, and you have to have one. No tapping your bank card or handing over cash. You need the sacred plastic, or you’re not going anywhere. Luckily, Andy lent me one like the hero he is.

    We went to the National Gallery of Victoria (NGV) to pick up Rob’s membership card. Didn’t actually look around that day, but I got a great photo in front of some odd yellow blob art and a nice coffee.

    Once I had my myki card, though, I got very brave. I hate trams I truly do, but I got on one by myself and rode all the way to St Kilda. That’s the seaside bit. It wasn’t the most exciting seaside I’ve ever seen, if I’m honest, but the sea was definitely there, and I had a little walk, a beer, and a vegan ice cream that was very, very good. On the way out, I spotted a vegan café I’d missed earlier and made a mental note to go back, which I did. The whole trip was ridiculously easy. You just hop on the tram near the Melbourne Museum, and it takes you all the way to St Kilda. Then you hop back on again and go home. Simple. I loved my myki card once I had it.

    It felt like a pretty big win for my first time in Melbourne, navigating trams, seaside suburbs and surprise vegan ice cream all on my own.

    I Walked, I Ate, I Accidentally Became a Seal

    I did a lot of walking in Melbourne. Wandered into the CBD (Central Business District, not CDC, which I kept calling it for ages). I visited the Immigration Museum, which was equal parts heartbreaking and hopeful. Museums get me when I travel. It’s like I need to cry in every city or I haven’t really arrived.

    And I got a haircut. Which turned out to be the worst haircut of my life. I looked like a seal. Full-on seal energy. Andy cried laughing when he saw it.

    Side-by-side image of a woman and a seal used humorously to highlight an unfortunate haircut during her first time in Melbourne
    Actual seal. Unfortunate resemblance.

    In Summary…

    Melbourne was weird and lovely and full of vegan food. I reconnected with two amazing humans and their rather cute, slightly demanding fur baby, ate my weight in plant-based pub meals, got paranoid about customs soil inspections, and accidentally joined the hipster masses of Fitzroy.

    Next up: we leave the city and head for Bright, in the Australian Alps. Spoiler alert, it’s stunning.

    Before You Go…

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  • Backpack Security for Solo Travellers: How I’m Transitioning from Suitcase to Backpack

    Backpack Security for Solo Travellers: How I’m Transitioning from Suitcase to Backpack

    For the past year, I’ve been dragging a giant, hard-shelled suitcase across Europe, Southeast Asia and Australia. It’s seen more airports than most people’s passports. Inside? Way too many clothes I didn’t wear, three padlocks, and a false sense of control.

    And honestly, I loved that case. It clicked shut with satisfying finality, had three chunky locks, and was so massive no one was casually wheeling it out of a hostel or quietly unzipping it to have a rummage. It was my portable fortress.

    But this time, I’m switching it up.

    I’m heading to Mexico (I’ve written a post about planning the trip here), and instead of my beloved beast of a suitcase, I’m taking a backpack. A small one. Cabin-sized, with a matching personal item that hooks over the top and slides under the seat. It’s smart, it’s compact, and it’s going to save me a fortune in baggage fees. Also, let’s be honest, I wear the same three outfits on repeat anyway, just like everyone else.

    The only problem? Backpacks feel exposed. Vulnerable. Soft. They’ve got zips you can reach in seconds and seams you could slice through if you were determined. I’ve gone from Fort Knox on wheels to a wearable envelope. And as a solo traveller, that feels risky.

    So I’ve done a deep dive into backpack security for solo travellers, and here’s what I’ve found.

    1. Those wire mesh cage things: secure but intense

    The classic option is the Pacsafe-style wire mesh net, which wraps around your whole backpack like a bag of onions and locks to a fixed object. It’s basically body armour for your rucksack.

    Pros:

    • Very secure
    • Hard to slash or open
    • Can deter theft in hostels or shared spaces

    Cons:

    • Expensive
    • Bulky and awkward to pack
    • Heavy
    • Overkill if you’re mostly in private rooms or flying carry-on

    I’m still considering it, but I don’t love the idea of carrying something that looks like a camping crab trap.

    2. Zip locks, wires and tiny padlocks

    You can thread a small wire through your backpack zips and lock them together. This won’t stop a determined thief, but it will stop a casual unzipping or someone slipping their hand in while your bag’s on your back.

    There are zip lock wires like the TSA-friendly retractable cables that double as a lock and a deterrent. You can also use mini carabiners or combination locks.

    Tips:

    • Lock the two main zips together
    • Use a tamper-evident seal if you’re feeling fancy
    • Don’t lock it so tight you can’t get into your own bag at security

    3. Use your rain cover as a sneaky security cover

    You know that waterproof cover that lives in the bottom of most backpacks? It’s also a great visual barrier.

    If you’re nervous in busy places, just pull it over. It hides zips, makes everything harder to reach, and doesn’t scream “I’m guarding valuables.”

    Bonus: it doesn’t cost anything and weighs nothing.

    4. Get creative with strap placement

    Tuck the zips under a buckle or loop a strap across the opening. It’s not exactly Fort Knox, but it does create friction, which is often enough to put someone off. Many thefts happen because something is easy, not because someone is desperate.

    If your bag has a top flap or roll-down opening, use that to your advantage. Tangle things up. Make access annoying.

    5. Split and stash valuables

    When you travel solo, you don’t have someone to watch your bag while you swim or grab a coffee. That means you need to be strategic.

    Ideas:

    • Use a neck wallet or money belt for passports and cards
    • Keep some valuables on you, and others in a small lockable pouch hidden in your room
    • Leave a decoy wallet with a few notes and an expired card
    • Don’t put everything in one place
    Carry-on backpack and underseat personal item for solo travel, laid out on a bed before departure.
    My carry-on and underseat backpack combo.

    6. Pack light = less to steal

    Here’s the truth. The less you bring, the less there is to worry about. That’s one of the biggest perks of switching to a backpack. I used to overpack because I could. Now I’m learning to streamline, and with fewer things comes fewer theft fears.

    Plus, if you can carry everything with you when you nip to the loo or check into a place, you’re already ahead of the game.

    7. The bigger fear: when you’re not with your backpack

    Let’s be honest. The real anxiety isn’t when the bag’s on your back, it’s when you have to leave it behind. Whether it’s in a hotel room, a guesthouse, or even a “secure” private room, there’s always that voice in your head asking, what if someone just unzips it?

    You don’t want to carry your iPad, e-reader, laptop, camera and phone with you all the time. That’s its own kind of risk. But leaving everything behind feels even worse.

    Here’s what exists to help with that:

    • Wire mesh bag protectors: Pacsafe make a steel mesh net that wraps around your whole backpack and locks to something fixed in the room. It’s secure, but it’s also heavy, bulky, and not exactly subtle.
    • Retractable cable locks: Light and easy to use. You loop one through your zips, then anchor it to a bedframe, radiator or pipe. It won’t stop a determined thief, but it will put off anyone hoping for a quick unzip-and-go.
    • Portable safe bags: If you’re more worried about your valuables than your socks, you can get a small, slash-resistant pouch (like the Pacsafe Travelsafe) that fits your passport, cash, tablet and locks to something solid. Bonus, some fit inside your backpack itself.
    • Visual deterrents: Even something like a rain cover or buckling the bag closed can make things slightly less tempting. It’s not secure, but it slows people down, and sometimes that’s enough.

    And then, of course, there’s the DIY method. Split your valuables across a few bags, hide your electronics in your socks, and pretend you’re not carrying anything worth stealing. Not foolproof, but it’s served me well so far.

    Whatever you use, the point is to reduce temptation and increase effort. Opportunistic theft thrives on ease. Make it harder, make it annoying, and most people will walk on by.

    Final thoughts

    Backpack security for solo travellers isn’t about buying the most expensive anti-theft gear on the market. It’s about knowing your travel style, understanding your risks, and choosing the hacks that fit how you move through the world.

    I’m still a bit nervous about the switch, but I’m also excited. This setup will save me money, stress and space, and I’ll get better at it as I go. If nothing else, it’s one more reason to travel with less, pack smarter, and trust that your instincts (and your zip locks) will take you far.

    Before You Go…

    This post contains affiliate links. If you book through these links, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Thank you for your support!

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them.

    Looking for more travel options? Consider using platforms like eSky International for flight and hotel packages, or Enjoy Travel if you are looking to rent a car for your adventure.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    Not sure weather to take a backpack or suitcase? Read my thoughts here.

    If you’re planning a solo trip, don’t miss my guide on, How to Meet People When Solo Travelling.

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  • Solo Travel in Austria: Thunderstorms, Dripping Walls and the Best Airbnb of My Life

    Solo Travel in Austria: Thunderstorms, Dripping Walls and the Best Airbnb of My Life

    If you’d told me my favourite Airbnb would be a high-rise with no balcony, I’d have laughed. Then I went to Vienna.

    I landed in Vienna from Amsterdam, expecting to wander about a bit, eat a vegan sausage or two, and then get on with the rest of Austria. What I didn’t expect was to find myself completely glued to the window of my Airbnb. A wall of glass looked out across the Danube River, and I just sat there reading, staring at thunderstorms over the mountains. Honestly? I didn’t even want to leave the apartment.

    It’s one of the most peaceful, beautiful places I’ve ever stayed in. No balcony, no garden, just views. Floor-to-ceiling windows. The kind of spot that makes you feel like a very calm, very lucky human.

    Vienna: Surprisingly Cool, Super Vegan-Friendly

    I did eventually drag myself away from the view. Vienna turned out to be very walkable, which I loved. There are swimming platforms dotted along the Danube, and yes, people actually swim in it. An actual swim-friendly river. I’m from the UK where our rivers are mostly filled with, let’s be honest, pollution and poo. So seeing people just hop in for a dip was…refreshing.

    Vienna’s U-Bahn (their version of the Underground) is great, but I preferred walking. I’d follow the line above ground, walking alongside the tracks over bridges, past the split in the river, watching locals zoom by on scooters and mopeds. And yes, in Austria, if your moped is under 50cc, you can legally ride it in the cycle lanes, terrifying but kind of fun.

    I found vegan food everywhere. There was one place doing vegan Viennese hot dogs with proper Austrian beer overlooking the river, I did a separate blog about that on my vegan blog, because it deserved its own moment. I’ll link it here.

    I also found a couple of bookshops that sold English-language books, which was a godsend because I was absolutely devouring novels with that river view.

    Vienna’s packed with culture too, obviously. I saw the famous mechanical clock, the Cathedral, the Jedenplatz Holocaust Memorial, and the synagogue, which was being guarded by the military at the time. Europe was having a bit of a far-right wobble, and the presence was heavy.

    St. Stephen’s Cathedral in Vienna with sunlight streaming over the towers, captured during solo travel in Austria
    St. Stephen’s Cathedral, Vienna

    Driving in Vienna: Or How I Accidentally Fought a Car for an Hour

    Eventually, I needed to pick up my hire car to head for the Alps. The taxi to the rental place took some weird route and I was briefly convinced I was being kidnapped (thanks, Google Maps). I wasn’t.

    Then I picked up the car and tried to drive it out of a central Vienna underground car park. On the wrong side of the road. In a self-driving car I didn’t realise was self-driving. It was literally fighting me. An hour later, I realised I wasn’t going mad, the car just thought it was better at driving than I was. It wasn’t wrong.

    Obertauern: The Ghost Town Ski Resort in Summer

    The drive to Obertauern was long but stunning. The mountains were dramatic, the roads were fast, and yes, I let the car take over when things got twisty. I don’t usually rent cars, but it was the only way to reach the Austrian Alps properly.

    I stayed in the ski resort of Obertauern, totally empty in the off-season, which made it eerily wonderful. My Airbnb there was spotless, high-end, and overlooked a mountain. It also had a drip. A constant, maddening drip in the wall that nearly broke me. I don’t even like music, but I had to put some on just to drown it out. Slept with earplugs and an audiobook on. Gorgeous torture.

    Still, because my Vienna apartment was so cosy, I’d spent loads of time indoors reading. The drip in Obertauern forced me to go out and explore, which turned out to be a blessing.

    Hiking the Peaks and Finding My Confidence

    One morning, I looked out the window, saw a peak, and thought, “I’m climbing that.” I followed the trail markers, trusted my gut, and made it to the top, my first solo summit without a mapped-out route. That gave me the confidence to hike the rest of the area. Waterfalls, forests, alpine paths. It was breathtaking. And there’s always a cold beer waiting for you at the bottom in Austria. That’s my kind of hiking culture.

    Eisriesenwelt: The World’s Largest Ice Cave

    From Obertauern, I drove to Eisriesenwelt, the world’s largest ice cave. It’s incredible, but hard work. You have to park, walk, ride a terrifying cable car (it does a little shake in the middle, which everyone screams at), then walk again, and finally climb hundreds of steps inside the cave. Two kilometres total, in freezing darkness.

    They handed us oil lamps and told us there were no lights inside. I panicked. Thankfully, I didn’t end up holding one (they ran out — then offered again, but I declined), which meant I had my hands free to take pictures. Our guide said, “The boss is away, take as many photos as you want,” which felt slightly illegal but very exciting. He confirmed we had permission to post them, so I will, and if anyone from the cave sees this and disagrees, let me know and I’ll take it down.

    Inside Eisriesenwelt, the world’s largest ice cave in Austria, showing dramatic ice formations and rock reflections during solo travel
    Eisriesenwelt Ice Cave, Werfen, Austria

    Salzburg and the End of the Road (Literally)

    I also popped into Salzburg for the day. It was mostly shops and some Sound of Music sites (I think, don’t quote me on that). I didn’t explore it like I did Vienna. I mostly remember buying a Samsonite suitcase because I’d had it with my backpack.

    Funny thing is, I’m back to backpacking now. You adapt. You figure out your limits. I needed a suitcase for France. I need a backpack for Mexico. It’s all about what kind of stress you’re willing to carry, literally.

    I eventually dropped off the car in Salzburg and took the train to Germany. Unexpected twist: there was passport control at the border. Proper police walking up and down the train. I thought the Schengen zone meant no borders, but Germany had closed theirs at the time. It felt like being in a Cold War spy movie. I kind of loved it.

    Final Thoughts: Why Solo Travel in Austria Was a Win

    Austria gave me so much. Confidence, mountain air, vegan food, beer, and some of the best accommodation I’ve ever stayed in. It’s ridiculously safe, easy to navigate, and full of natural beauty, plus, very vegan-friendly in cities like Vienna.

    Would I recommend solo travel in Austria? Without hesitation. Just maybe check if your Airbnb has a dripping wall first.

    Before You Go…

    This post contains affiliate links. If you book through these links, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Thank you for your support!

    Thinking about Vienna? I spotted some great deals for Europe from Travel Up, check them out HERE!!

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them.

    Looking for more travel options? Consider using platforms like eSky International for flight and hotel packages, or Enjoy Travel if you are looking to rent a car for your adventure.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re planning a solo trip, don’t miss my guide on, How to Meet People When Solo Travelling.

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  • Solo Travel in Ho Chi Minh City: My Honest Experience

    Solo Travel in Ho Chi Minh City: My Honest Experience

    I landed ready for solo travel in Ho Chi Minh City from Australia, totally knackered and already nervous. I’d read all the warnings about scams and late-night arrivals, so I played it safe and pre-booked a car through Booking.com. Honestly? I thought I was being clever. But nothing could have prepared me for that airport.

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    Arriving in Ho Chi Minh City: The Mayhem Begins

    First off, immigration. No air con, endless queues, and a bizarre sense of order enforced by officers barking at us to stand in straight lines. We weren’t allowed to stand in groups to talk to each other, even though we were there for nearly two hours. I’ve been through a lot of airports, but this one felt next-level.

    Once through, I had to find my baggage, which was no longer going around the carousel. Instead, it was dumped in a giant pile. Thankfully, my friends who’d landed earlier had warned me about this. Otherwise, I might’ve cried right there on the airport floor.

    I eventually found my driver, it was definitely the safest and quickest option to book a driver at that late hour, again thank you Booking.com!. It was all very vague. Still, I made it to my place in District 2 – right in the heart of the noise. And I do mean noise. The air con had visible black mould surrounding it, and the traffic beeped nonstop. Still, I passed out from exhaustion and made it through the night.

    Walking in Ho Chi Minh City (Don’t Do It)

    The next morning, I made the very bad decision to walk to District 4 to meet friends. In Southeast Asia. During the day. With no useable pavements. What was I thinking?

    I dodged stray dogs, dead rats, stepped into the road because every footpath was taken over by market stalls or street kitchens, and waded through thick, choking pollution. I don’t even like cities; which is funny, given I’m about to land in Mexico City. But anyway.

    In contrast, my friends were staying in a gorgeous apartment with views across the river. We had food and coffee downstairs in a play area, and I eventually walked back; slightly more confident but still traumatised by the journey.

    The Cafe Apartment building on Nguyen Hue Walking Street in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
    The famous Cafe Apartment in Ho Chi Minh City – every floor packed with quirky coffee shops, bars, and boutiques.

    Learning to Cross the Road (Yes, It’s a Skill)

    Crossing the road in Ho Chi Minh City isn’t something you do, it’s something you survive. It’s not pedestrian-friendly. The roads are rivers of mopeds and cars that never stop. My friend gave me the best advice: walk slowly and steadily, and they’ll go around you. Weirdly, they actually do. But the first few attempts feel like a death wish.

    Grab is Your New Best Friend

    After almost being flattened trying to walk everywhere, I learned the magic of Grab (Asia’s version of Uber). I got a Grab at one point that took nearly an hour to go a few miles, but walking would’ve been worse. My friend’s Grab didn’t even take her home at one point. It dumped her somewhere random and drove off. Drama. Always drama.

    Still, I stand by this: in Vietnam, always Grab.

    A Not-So-Glamorous River Cruise

    At one point, we took a boat ride up the Saigon River. I couldn’t tell you why. It cost a fortune (well the onboard snacks did), the commentary was strange, and all we really saw was murky water and construction sites. If you’re thinking of doing it, don’t expect Venice. It was more like “pollution, but make it float.”

    Military helicopter on display outside the War Remnants Museum during solo travel in Ho Chi Minh City.
    One of the many military vehicles on display at the War Remnants Museum, a must-visit during solo travel in Ho Chi Minh City.

    Returning to Ho Chi Minh Solo: Again

    After a stint in Phu Quoc (with classic VietJet delays), I had to return to Ho Chi Minh City en route to Cambodia. This time I stayed further out, big mistake. I was miles from anything, and walking into the city became impossible. At one point, I got stuck between 16 lanes of traffic and just turned back.

    My apartment was clean but miserable. One of those windowless boxes that pretend they have windows. Depressing. I should’ve known better.

    Doing the Things

    Determined to make the most of it, I grabbed a ride back into the city and did the things. First stop: the War Remnants Museum. Everyone should go. It’s not easy. It’s emotional. It’s raw. There’s military equipment outside, like tanks and helicopters, but the real punch is inside. The personal stories. The photos. The peace movement displays. I cried. You probably will too.

    After that, I was emotionally wiped. So I found a vegan café up the road Hum Dining (expensive but vibey) and took some time to decompress.

    The Dog Attack at Western Union (Yes, Really)

    The next day, I needed US dollars for my Cambodian taxi. I went to a Western Union that reviewers had literally warned about: “There’s a dog that might bite you.” I thought, surely not. But yes. Through a rubble-strewn construction site, a dog launched itself at me like I was the postman from hell. Terrifying. But I got my dollars.

    ho-chi-minh-city-skyline-solo-travel.jpg
    Skyline View – Ho Chi Minh City from Above

    The Final Tourist Blitz

    After surviving the dog, I powered through. I went up the Bitexco Financial Tower (the one with the sky deck, although you’re not allowed on the actual deck – go figure). Great views, though.

    I also visited the Saigon Central Post Office and Notre-Dame Cathedral Basilica of Saigon, or at least tried to. The cathedral was under scaffolding. The post office? Honestly? Felt like a hectic indoor market, super confusing!

    On my way, I passed the Independence Palace, which was closed off, but I did enjoy watching people in stunning dresses having photoshoots on the grounds.

    The Worst Airport I’ve Ever Been To

    Let me just say it: Tan Son Nhat International Airport is the worst airport I’ve ever flown through. Check-in took over an hour. Security? Nearly two. I needed the loo so badly I almost cried. I had to change money in a panic because no one would break my $100 bill. Then I sprinted to my gate. The flight? Delayed. Obviously.

    People say Bangkok Airport is bad, but it’s actually smooth sailing compared to this.

    Final Thoughts on Solo Female Travel in Ho Chi Minh City

    Would I go back to Ho Chi Minh City solo? Probably not. But I’m glad I experienced it. It pushed me out of my comfort zone and taught me things; about myself, about Vietnam, and about the limits of human patience in airport queues.

    Tips for solo female travellers:

    • Pre-book your airport transfer I used Booking.com
    • Stay somewhere central; traffic is not your friend
    • Use Grab for everything, and don’t bother walking
    • Learn to cross the road like a local (slow and steady)
    • Go to the War Museum, but give yourself time to recover afterward
    • Trust Western Union reviews that warn about dogs, take them seriously
    • Avoid late-night flights if you can help it, and brace yourself for the airport experience

    Ho Chi Minh City isn’t for the faint of heart, but it is unforgettable.

    Before you Go…

    Thinking about Vietnam? I spotted some great deals for South East Asia from Travel Up, check them out HERE!!

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them.

    Looking for more travel options? Consider using platforms like eSky International for flight and hotel packages, or Enjoy Travel if you are looking to rent a car for your adventure.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re interested in Southeast Asia, you might also enjoy my posts about Battambang and Siem Reap.

    If you’re planning a big trip, don’t miss my guide on how to survive long-haul flights in economy—it’s painfully honest and full of hard-earned wisdom.

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  • Planning a trip to Mexico While Budgeting and Overthinking Everything

    Planning a trip to Mexico While Budgeting and Overthinking Everything

    I haven’t booked anything yet, but my tabs are open, my Airbnb watchlist is ridiculous, and I’ve been through enough Google rabbit holes to be emotionally committed. This is how my brain works when I’m planning a trip (to Mexico) – and right now, I think it might actually happen.

    Step One: Pick a Country… Any Country

    The first step was deciding where in the actual world to go. I usually start by looking at places I haven’t been yet , I’ve done about 20 countries, so there’s loads left. I wanted something a little bit exotic, but I couldn’t be bothered with full Southeast Asia tuk-tuk chaos. Nothing against it, I just wasn’t in the mood for the sensory overload.

    India crossed my mind, but something about the pollution and the intense tourism hustle put me off. I feel like that desperate vibe is still hanging around post-pandemic, and I just wasn’t up for it.

    Kazakhstan tempted me for a while. I like the weird ones. But the idea of it felt heavy. I imagined struggling with the language, trying to figure out what to wear, overthinking my tattoos; it felt like I’d be adding unnecessary paranoia on top of travelling alone. It probably would’ve been fine, but I didn’t feel like dealing with that kind of mental load right now.

    And if money weren’t a factor, I’d be off to French Polynesia or some other dreamy place I can’t afford. But money is a factor. So I need somewhere cheap and safe. That’s the brief.

    Guatemala… Wait, Why Not Guatemala?

    I seriously considered Guatemala for a while. It’s cheap, kind of in the right region, and people seem to rate it. But I think I just didn’t feel that safe about it. I can’t even remember exactly why I went off it.

    Colourful colonial buildings and cobblestone street in San Miguel de Allende, a must-see destination when planning a trip to Mexico.
    San Miguel de Allende’s historic streets are full of colour, character, and culture. Photo by Jezael Melgoza on Unsplash.

    Mexico: A Budget-Safe-Maybe Win?

    That’s how I ended up circling Mexico. It ticks a lot of boxes:

    • It’s budget-friendly, especially if I avoid the touristy bits
    • It’s easy to be vegan, loads of the food is already plant-based without trying
    • I’ve been learning Spanish for a while, and I spent a month in Spain recently
    • You get six months visa-free
    • It doesn’t have that desperate-for-tourism energy that puts me off in some places

    Also, I found a one-way flight for about £300 from Madrid, and that includes checked baggage, cabin bag, and a personal item. I’ve been meaning to go to Madrid anyway, so that’s kind of perfect.

    Beach or Mountains? Help.

    Right now, I’m torn between two very different options.

    Option 1: The Beach (near Oaxaca)

    A family I know are heading to Oaxaca, so part of me thought about going somewhere nearby. A beach town would be lovely. Warm, swimmable, and slower-paced. But some of the cheaper places had that “safe area, secure building” Airbnb language that makes me suspicious. I’m not sure I’d feel fully comfortable there at night.

    Option 2: The Mountains (San Cristóbal de las Casas)

    This is the one I’m leaning toward now. It’s £153 for a whole month in a private Airbnb, and that’s hard to ignore. It’s colourful, creative, and surrounded by mountains; which I love.

    But it’s also up at around 2,000 metres, and it gets cold at night. That wouldn’t normally be a big deal, but I’m hoping to backpack this time. I can’t exactly pack for both hot weather and freezing nights; my pyjamas alone would fill half the backpack. I’ve looked at the bedroom in the listing and it doesn’t exactly scream insulation.

    Altitude might be another factor too. I don’t think I get altitude sickness, but I’ll have to think about it.

    Still… £153 a month.

    What I Usually Do Next

    Once I find a flight and a place that seems right, I tend to overthink it for a few days and then impulsively book the Airbnb in the middle of the night. That’s just how it happens. Once it’s booked, everything else falls into place.

    I haven’t done that yet – but I might have by the time this post goes live.

    Stone serpent carving and pyramid at Chichén Itzá, one of the most iconic ancient sites to explore when planning a trip to Mexico.
    Chichén Itzá is a must-see for history lovers planning a trip to Mexico. Photo by Marv Watson on Unsplash.

    What I’m Still Wondering

    Here’s where my brain still is:

    • Will I be freezing in San Cristóbal?
    • If it’s that cheap, is it too good to be true?
    • Do I need to worry about altitude sickness?
    • Should I just go to the beach and stop overthinking?

    Still… I love mountains. And budget might win this one.

    Outro: Still Planning. Kind Of.

    So that’s where I’m at. Somewhere between mountain views, budget limits, and worrying about whether I’ll regret not packing a thermal hoodie.

    A Few Hours Later…

    But then I spiralled a bit. I started reading about the water, the altitude, and how cold it gets at night. Not in a romantic, wrap-yourself-in-a-blanket way either. More like, “will I be freezing and showering in bacteria mist while wrapped in my one pair of travel pyjamas” kind of way. Reddit really hasn’t helped. It’s a weird mix of “it’s magical” and “you’ll die in a protest or from amoebas.” The more I dug, the more I realised that, as much as I love mountains, San Cristóbal might not be the right choice for me this time. So I pivoted.

    Now I’m looking at Tepoztlán. It’s still in the mountains, still beautiful, but warmer, safer, and way less likely to come with altitude-related regret. It’s closer to Mexico City, has a spiritual little mountain-town vibe, a pyramid you can hike to, and a strong solo-traveller energy. Reddit’s still trying to ruin this one too. I’ve seen vague cartel mentions and dramatic warnings that don’t seem to match up with anything. But honestly, this place actually feels like somewhere I’d want to stay, not just tolerate.

    If you’ve been to Mexico, I’d love to hear from you. Drop a comment or message me. I’m still deciding.

    Before You Go…

    Thinking about Mexico? I spotted some great Mexico deals from Travel Up, check them out HERE!!

    This post contains affiliate links. If you book through these links, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Thank you for your support!

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them.

    Looking for more travel options? Consider using platforms like eSky International for flight and hotel packages, or Enjoy Travel if you are looking to rent a car for your adventure.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re interested in Southeast Asia, you might also enjoy my posts about Koh Lanta and Phu Quoc.

    If you’re planning a big trip, don’t miss my guide on how to survive long-haul flights in economy—it’s painfully honest and full of hard-earned wisdom.

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  • Solo Travel in Battambang, Cambodia: Not Quite Bliss, But Definitely a Story

    Solo Travel in Battambang, Cambodia: Not Quite Bliss, But Definitely a Story

    After two weeks in Siem Reap, I was ready to move on and travel solo in Battambang. Not because I’d had enough, but because my hotel was booked out for Chinese New Year and I had to leave. I’d been ill, I’d seen a lot, and although I probably could’ve wandered Angkor Wat for another month, it was time. Phnom Penh was my end goal, but Battambang felt like a stop I shouldn’t skip, mainly for the Killing Caves.

    Getting there wasn’t awful, just not straightforward. I wasn’t well enough to navigate coaches, especially with most options running through Phnom Penh first. That seemed pointless, so I booked a taxi. It cost £60 and took about three and a half hours. The driver stopped so I could go to the loo halfway, which is common in Cambodia. There’s always somewhere to stop, usually near someone’s cousin’s café.

    The Hostel I Ended Up In (And Shouldn’t Have)

    Accommodation was tricky because of Chinese New Year. The only place I could find with a pool, which is important to me especially in cities, was a hostel. I’d never stayed in one before. The moment we started driving there, I knew I’d made a mistake. It wasn’t in the main part of Battambang but tucked away down rough streets full of stray dogs and kids setting off firecrackers.

    The hostel itself had a good atmosphere and I used the pool every day, which was probably the best thing about it. But I was absolutely convinced they had bedbugs. They didn’t offer any vegan food, and no one really knew what vegan meant. There was a fully vegan place in town, but the food was honestly dreadful. I did later discover that the gym café next door to the hostel could make something vegan-ish, but I had no idea it was there at first. It was very random.

    View looking up at the opening in the Killing Caves of Battambang, Cambodia, where victims were thrown to their deaths during the Khmer Rouge regime.
    Looking up from inside the Killing Caves in Battambang. This opening at the top of the cave was where victims were thrown during the Khmer Rouge era.

    Phare Ponleu Selpak : The Circus With a Story

    The circus was a real highlight. It’s not the main one you see in Siem Reap. This is the original school where the performers are trained. It was founded by a French woman and Cambodian refugees after the Khmer Rouge, to give kids access to education, creativity, and a different kind of future.

    The show I saw was called Red, and it was about the Khmer Rouge. It was powerful and emotional. There was no narration, just raw physical storytelling. I had a vague idea of what was happening, but even without full context, you could feel the weight of it.

    Just a heads-up: The next photo shows human remains from Cambodia’s Killing Caves.

    Glass case filled with human skulls and bones inside a memorial at the Killing Caves of Battambang, Cambodia.
    A sobering memorial at the Killing Caves of Battambang. A stark reminder of Cambodia’s dark past under the Khmer Rouge.

    The Killing Caves: Confusing, Sad, but Worth It

    This was the main reason I went to Battambang. My tuk-tuk driver dropped me at the bottom of a mountain, pointed vaguely to the top, and said, “Come back down those steps for 5 o’clock to see the bats.” That was the extent of the plan.

    So up I went, completely unguided. I had no idea which caves were which. There were multiple temples, shrines, and detours. At one point, I found a cave that I was definitely sure was a killing cave. There was a glass cabinet filled with skulls, which made it very clear.

    This cave was one of the Killing Caves, used by the Khmer Rouge during their regime (1975 to 1979). Prisoners were taken to the top of the mountain and thrown through a hole in the roof to die below. Some were killed beforehand, others were beaten and left to fall. Their remains were later collected and placed in the cabinet I’d just seen. The cave felt quiet, confusing, eerie, and overwhelmingly sad. I wasn’t prepared for how it would feel to stand in a place where something so horrific had happened: it was hard to process.

    I left, walked up further and came across a disused temple at the top of the mountain, which offered a lovely view and had monkeys everywhere. There were stalls selling drinks, insects, and snacks, but nothing vegan. I was thirsty and tired, so I bought a drink and wandered for a bit.

    Eventually I found what I think was the actual cave temple. It was beautiful, peaceful, and one I’d really wanted to see. But I rushed through it, thinking I had to get down the steps for 5pm sharp.

    The Bats (Eventually)

    I flew down the stairs thinking I was about to miss something amazing. The tuk-tuk driver had stationed himself far from the action, at what I suspect was his friend’s beer stall. I sat with him because I didn’t know any better, until around 7pm when someone finally shouted, “The bats are coming out!”

    I ran over and managed to catch them, just. It wasn’t quite the spectacular moment I’d expected. It was pitch dark, you couldn’t really see much, and the smell coming out of the cave was absolutely vile. Still, it was an experience.

    Wandering Battambang

    I spent the next day or two walking around. The river didn’t have the charm of Siem Reap’s. Battambang felt hectic and heavily polluted. I was still sick, which made it harder to enjoy, and Chinese New Year meant karaoke, fireworks, and pigs laid out as offerings on tables everywhere. There were some interesting statues on roundabouts, and I wandered around to look at a few. I’m sure there were other things to do, but I didn’t find them.

    I skipped the bamboo train. It just sounded like a tourist trap and not in a fun way.

    Monkeys near the temple viewpoint above the Killing Caves in Battambang, with a hazy view over the city in the distance. Seen during Solo Travel in Battambang
    A quiet moment at the temple viewpoint above the Killing Caves. Monkeys wandered freely as the city of Battambang stretched out in the distance.

    Getting to Phnom Penh

    When it was time to leave, I booked a cheap ticket, about five or six pounds. A tuk-tuk picked me up and took me somewhere vague where a tiny minivan turned up, already packed. They squeezed in all of us and our bags, and off we went.

    The trip took hours and stopped constantly. By the time we arrived in Phnom Penh, I was exhausted and the air was thick. I tried to use Grab but realised I should’ve just taken a local tuk-tuk after a 40 minute wait. The pollution was overwhelming. At the time, Phnom Penh had a higher air pollution rating than Delhi. You could feel it in your lungs the second you stepped outside.

    Statue of Ta Dambong, the guardian figure of Battambang, holding a staff at a roundabout in Cambodia. Seen during Solo Travel in Battambang
    Ta Dambong Wat Pith: Battambang’s iconic guardian statue at the heart of the city.

    Final Thoughts

    Solo travel in Battambang wasn’t the easiest part of my Cambodia trip. I’m glad I went, but I wouldn’t rush back. If you go, take a guide for the Killing Caves, don’t expect much in the way of food if you are vegan, and be ready for vague instructions and unexpected smells. But sometimes, that’s just part of the story.

    Before You Go…

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re interested in Southeast Asia, you might also enjoy my posts about Koh Lanta and Phu Quoc.

    If you’re planning a big trip, don’t miss my guide on how to survive long-haul flights in economy—it’s painfully honest and full of hard-earned wisdom.

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  • How to Survive Long-Haul Flights in Economy: My Budget Travel Rituals

    How to Survive Long-Haul Flights in Economy: My Budget Travel Rituals

    Just landed in Ho Chi Minh City after a long haul flight from Melbourne… now to find the Grab rank with no idea where I am.

    Let’s be real: I always fly economy – and I’ve figured out exactly how to survive long-haul flights without losing my mind (or circulation). Whether you’re flying solo, on a tight budget, or just hate layovers, here’s what actually works.

    When I plan a trip, the flight is the first thing I book. I always choose economy – because unless I suddenly inherit a fortune, anything else is off the table. I don’t even bother upgrading seats. Every penny counts.

    If you’re wondering how to survive long-haul flights in economy without blowing your budget or arriving wrecked, I’ve got you. This post isn’t some generic checklist – it’s real-world advice from someone who flies solo and far, usually on the cheapest ticket possible.

    This post contains affiliate links. If you book through these links, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Thank you for your support!

    1. Book Early—So I Can Choose My Seat

    I always book more than 48 hours ahead so I can choose my seat. Some airlines won’t let you pick a seat if you book last-minute, and I’m not risking getting stuck in a middle seat between two strangers on a 13-hour flight.

    2. Aisle Seat or Nothing

    Middle seat? Never. Window seat? Sounds romantic until you need the toilet at 3am and have to clamber over two people. I always go for the aisle. It lets me get up, move around, and go to the loo without disturbing anyone.

    When possible, I choose a seat right at the back. No one’s behind me, so I can recline without guilt. The downside? I sit near the toilets and get a constant parade of bums in my face. But that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for sleep.

    Heads-up: if the airline switches to a smaller aircraft, your carefully chosen seat might vanish. That’s happened to me. But I still risk it for the extra comfort.

    3. Checked Bag Tips

    If I check a suitcase, I never put a ribbon or tag on the handle. Those can flap over the barcode and mess with the scanners, increasing the chance your bag goes missing.

    I also arrive at the airport early enough to sort out any issues before check-in closes. Stress-free start = better flight.

    4. My Carry-On Survival Kit

    I bring a little bundle that looks like a pillow, and it technically is – but it’s also stuffed with:

    • A small blanket
    • Neck pillow
    • Eye mask
    • Earplugs

    I clip it to my bag, and no one questions it because it looks like a travel pillow. That kit’s saved me from freezing on budget flights where no blanket is provided.

    Other must-haves:

    • Headphones
    • Kindle or iPad for movies, books, and podcasts
    • Pre-booked meal (never rely on them having what you need, especially if you have dietary requirements)
    • Snacks and a drink (unless you’re heading to Australia, where you’ll have to dump liquids at the gate)
    • Don’t forget a power bank. I always bring one for long-haul flights—some planes still don’t have USB ports, and keeping your phone charged matters. Just be aware that in many parts of Asia, including Bangkok airports, power banks over 32,000mAh aren’t allowed at all. Power banks must go in your carry-on, never your checked luggage. And if you’re flying with Thai Airways, you’re allowed to bring one—but you can’t use it to charge your devices during the flight. Check your airline’s specific rules before you pack

    5. Baggage + Boarding Hacks

    If I go carry-on only, I pay for priority boarding. It’s not about status – it’s about getting my bag into the overhead locker. Once that’s full, the airline might take it off you to be checked. No thanks.

    Many airlines let you bring a cabin bag plus a smaller under-seat item. Personally, I usually just bring one small bag. It keeps everything easy.

    6. Cheap Flights That Don’t Suck

    I’m not loyal to any airline – I’m loyal to whatever gets me there without draining my bank account. That’s why I use eSky. They consistently have affordable long-haul flights without insane layovers or weird routes. I’ve found some of my best flight deals through them, and it’s way easier than bouncing between airline sites.

    7. Pro Tips You Might Not Know

    • Bring a pen for the landing card. Some airlines hand one out, some don’t, and the queue to borrow one can be ridiculous.
    • Use the loo before the final descent. When those seatbelt signs come on and everyone rushes off the plane, you don’t want to be busting for a wee.
    • Toiletries: Pack baby wipes, deodorant, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. Some airlines hand out a kit, but supplies run out.
    • Wear flight socks and keep your shoes on. It’s better for your circulation and nicer for everyone around you.
    • Dress comfortably, bring layers, and don’t wear anything tight that’ll make you miserable after hour five.
    • Don’t pack anything illegal for the country you’re entering. Food is a big one – especially in places like Australia. Always check before you fly.

    Flying long-haul in economy isn’t glamorous—but with the right setup, it doesn’t have to be awful either. Get organised, stay comfortable, and book smart.

    Want to book your next long-haul adventure without overspending?

    I use eSky to find cheap flights with less hassle. Give it a try and see what you can find.

    Before you Go…

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re interested in Southeast Asia, you might enjoy my posts about Phu Quoc and Siem Reap.

    If your flying off on your own adventure, you might also like: How to Meet people When Solo Travelling – because solo doesn’t have to mean lonely.

    And if you are staring at your suitcase wondering what to take: My Solo Female Travel Packing List might help! Practical tips from someone who’s packed terribly so you don’t have to.

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  • Bed Bugs and Travel: Are People Overreacting?

    Bed Bugs and Travel: Are People Overreacting?

    I was scrolling through Facebook last night, lurking in solo travel groups (as you do), when I came across yet another post about bed bugs and travel. Someone was in full-blown meltdown mode – “I found one bed bug in my hostel, am I doomed? Should I fly straight home? Am I carrying them around the country? HELP!!”

    Honestly, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen posts like this. And don’t get me wrong, bed bugs are annoying, but the sheer level of hysteria surrounding them is something else. The way some people talk, you’d think one sighting means you’ll be patient zero for a worldwide infestation, single handedly carrying bed bugs across borders like some kind of pestilence-ridden nomad.

    Here’s the thing: I’m pretty sure I’ve stayed in places with bedbugs while traveling before. In fact, given how much I travel, I’d bet money on it. And yet, somehow, I’ve never brought them with me, never had to burn my luggage in a sacrificial cleansing ritual, and – shockingly – have never had to abandon a long-term trip just because one hostel had them.

    So, let’s talk about bed bugs and travel, the reality of their spread, and whether you actually need to set your backpack on fire the next time you suspect one crawled within a five-mile radius of you.

    How Do Bed Bugs Spread?

    First, let’s get scientific for a moment. Bed bugs do not live on your body like lice or fleas. They don’t cling to your hair or hide in your clothes as you walk down the street. They’re lazy little things that like to stay put in mattresses, cracks, and crevices, only coming out when it’s time for a snack (which, unfortunately, is you).

    The only way they really travel with you is by hitching a ride in your belongings – luggage, backpacks, or clothes that have been left sitting in an infested area for long periods. But even then, just because you stay somewhere with bed bugs doesn’t automatically mean you’ll bring them with you. The way some people react, you’d think one sighting means you have no choice but to cut your trip short and return home in disgrace.

    Can You Actually Spot Bed Bugs?

    Technically, yes. But in reality, it’s tricky, and over analysing every mark on your bed is just going to stress you out.

    Signs of Bed Bugs in a Hostel or Hotel

    Some common signs people swear by include:

    • Tiny blood spots on your sheets (but let’s be real, this could be from anything).
    • Dark specks that could be bed bug droppings (or just regular dust, dirt, or lint).
    • A musty smell (hard to distinguish in a shared dorm that already smells questionable).
    • Waking up with bites in a line or cluster (except that some people don’t react to bites at all, and others react to everything).

    While these signs can indicate bed bugs, they can also be misidentified so easily that you’ll just end up panicking over nothing. Instead of scrutinising every inch of your bedding, it’s better to take simple precautions – like keeping your luggage closed and washing your clothes in hot water if you suspect a problem. That way, whether there are bed bugs or not, you’re covered without freaking yourself out.

    How to Avoid Bringing Bed Bugs Home

    Now, just because the risk isn’t as extreme as people make it out to be doesn’t mean you should be reckless. I do have a few basic habits that probably help me avoid any unwanted stowaways:

    1. Keep your suitcase closed

    If I suspect bed bugs, I just don’t leave my suitcase open. Clothes stay inside, zipped up. Simple.

    2. Don’t dump your stuff all over the bed

    If I arrive somewhere and think, hmm, this place looks a little sketchy, I won’t immediately throw all my belongings on the bed. I’ll keep things off the floor or use a hard surface instead.

    3. Wash clothes after staying in questionable places

    When I do laundry, I use hot water if possible, since bedbugs and their eggs die at 50°C (122°F). If I really thought I had them, I’d just throw my clothes in a dryer on high heat.

    4. Don’t panic

    Seriously, people act like bed bugs mean the apocalypse. If I were on a months-long trip and encountered them, I wouldn’t be flying home to “isolate” all my belongings like I was returning from a nuclear disaster zone. Worst case? I’d take precautions, wash what I can, maybe leave my backpack in the sun for a while (heat kills them), and carry on with my life.

    A panicked solo traveler in a hostel goes overboard, using a blowtorch on his suitcase to fight bed bugs, while horrified guests watch. A humorous exaggeration of overreacting to bed bugs while traveling.

    What to Do If You Bring Bed Bugs Home

    If, against the odds, you do end up bringing bed bugs home, here’s what actually helps:

    ✅Quarantine your luggage

    If you’re worried, don’t bring your suitcase straight into your bedroom.

    ✅Wash and heat-dry everything

    High heat is a guaranteed bed bug killer.

    ✅Vacuum your suitcase

    Just to be extra safe.

    ✅Monitor for signs

    Bites alone aren’t proof of bed bugs, and a single bite doesn’t mean infestation. Look for actual evidence before losing it.

    What Not to Do If You Find Bed Bugs While Travelling

    ❌Burn all your belongings in a ritual cleansing fire.

    ❌Book an emergency flight home because your travel dreams are now ruined.

    ❌Cry in a hostel bathroom while other travelers look on in confusion.

    Final Thoughts: Are People Overreacting About Bed Bugs?

    In my opinion, yes. Of course, you should be careful. Nobody wants to deal with bed bugs. But the sheer level of panic I see online about them is over the top. Most people who encounter bed bugs while traveling never actually bring them home. And yet, I keep seeing posts where people are being told to fly home immediately and isolate their belongings like they’ve just been exposed to some kind of biohazard.

    So, if you find yourself in a place with bed bugs, take reasonable precautions, don’t overthink it, and most importantly – don’t let it ruin your trip. The world is full of incredible places to explore, and a couple of tiny, annoying bugs aren’t worth the drama.

    Have You Encountered Bed Bugs While Traveling?

    What do you think? Have you ever stayed somewhere with bed bugs? Did you survive without burning your backpack? Let me know in the comments!

    Before You Go…

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them, I may earn a small commision – at no extra cost to you – so you’d be helping a fellow traveller out.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re interested in Southeast Asia, you might enjoy my posts about Phu Quoc and Siem Reap.

    Still worried about bed bugs? At least now you have a conversation starter! If you’re heading off on a solo trip, here’s how to meet fellow travellers (hopefully ones without itchy stories to share): How to Meet people When Solo Travelling

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  • How to Meet People When Solo Travelling (Without Trying Too Hard)

    How to Meet People When Solo Travelling (Without Trying Too Hard)

    I’m not someone who needs to meet people when I travel. I prefer mountains over small talk and could happily sit alone in a remote spot for six months without feeling lonely. But somehow, without even trying, I’ve met people who have become long-term friends—both online and in real life.

    So if you’re stressing about how to meet people while solo travelling, my best advice? Stop trying so hard. The more you force it, the more unnatural it feels – for you and for everyone around you. Connections happen naturally, just like they do at home. Not every person you meet is meant to be your travel buddy, and that’s okay.

    Solo Travel Is Just Real Life in a Microcosm

    Solo travellers sometimes expect to be instantly included in every group plan, but that’s not how it works. If you weren’t invited to dinner or an excursion, it doesn’t mean you were excluded – it just means people naturally gravitate toward others they have things in common with. Maybe you’re a different age group, have different interests, or simply don’t click. It’s not personal. It’s just life.

    The more relaxed you are about this, the easier it becomes. You don’t have to “work” at making friends – just be open to things happening naturally.

    Solo travellers connecting over drinks at a lively pub, a casual and fun way to meet people when travelling alone.

    The Best Ways to Meet People (Without Awkwardness)

    Stay in Social Accommodations (Even If You Hate Hostels)

    I don’t stay in hostels often, but they are great for meeting people. Common areas and dorms naturally encourage conversation. But if hostels aren’t your thing, bungalows, guesthouses, and small hotels can be just as social. I’ve unintentionally met people while staying in bungalows, homestays, and even campsites – just through casual interactions.

    Do Excursions & Group Activities

    Signing up for a day trip, a walking tour, or a cooking class automatically puts you in a group of people with shared interests. Some of the best travel friendships happen because you just happened to be in the same tuk-tuk for a day.

    Visit the Same Café or Bar Regularly

    If you’re in a place for a few days, find a local café or bar and go back a couple of times. Familiarity builds conversations – you’ll start recognising the staff, and other regulars might strike up a chat.

    Be Open to Saying Yes (But Don’t Force It)

    A lot of my travel friendships have come from just saying yes to an invite or a plan. If someone asks if you want to grab food or join them for an activity, and you feel comfortable, go for it. But don’t force yourself to be social if you’re not feeling it – it’s fine to be selective.

    Meeting People Before You Even Travel

    Sometimes, connections start before you even leave home. Travel forums, Reddit communities, and Facebook groups are full of solo travellers looking to connect, share advice, or even meet up. I’ve had conversations in travel forums that led to real-life meetups in different countries months later.

    If you like the idea of meeting people in advance or just want to chat with other solo travellers, consider joining a group like Sisterhood of Solo Travellers – a community for women over 40 who love solo travel, share advice, and connect before hitting the road!

    A group of silhouetted travellers standing on a hill against a golden sunset, symbolising the natural ways to meet peole while solo traverlling.

    Final Thoughts: Meeting People When You Solo Travel

    Meeting people while travelling solo isn’t about having the perfect strategy – it’s about being open to the experiences that come your way. You don’t have to be the most outgoing person in the world, and you definitely don’t need to force interactions. Treat solo travel like real life, stay open to opportunities, and you’ll find connections happening naturally.

    And if you don’t meet anyone? That’s okay too. The best part of solo travel is that you can make every experience exactly what you want it to be.

    Have you met people while travelling solo? Share your experiences in the comments!

    Before You Go…

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Thinking about Europe? I spotted some great deals for Europe from Travel Up, check them out HERE!!

    Check out my blog post about Solo Travel in Austria for inspiration!

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them, I may earn a small commision – at no extra cost to you – so you’d be helping a fellow traveller out.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re interested in Southeast Asia, you might enjoy my posts about Phu Quoc and Siem Reap.

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  • Solo Travel in Phu Quoc: One Month of Sun, Sand, and Power Cuts

    Solo Travel in Phu Quoc: One Month of Sun, Sand, and Power Cuts

    Phu Quoc is a tropical island off the southwest coast of Vietnam, sitting in the Gulf of Thailand and just a short flight from Ho Chi Minh City. Known for its white-sand beaches, palm trees, and clear waters, it’s Vietnam’s largest island and a popular spot for both backpackers and resort-goers alike. On paper, it sounds like paradise. In reality, it’s a bit more complicated.

    After months of non-stop travel around Europe, Southeast Asia, and Australia, I arrived just before Christmas – completely burnt out and desperate for a break. My plan was to spend a month doing as little as possible. And honestly, that’s exactly what I did.

    Getting to Phu Quoc: The Luggage Incident

    I flew into Phu Quoc from Ho Chi Minh City with VietJet Air for about £30. Delays come practically free with the ticket, so that part didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me was being told to wait by the check-in desk after my luggage had already disappeared down the conveyor belt. No explanation, just a vague hand gesture.

    After some confused questioning, I finally got, “Luggage check. If okay, you go.” Which was both reassuring and not. Of course, it turned out fine – apparently, this happens sometimes with VietJet. But for those few minutes, I was fully convinced I was about to get arrested for smuggling sun cream.

    Arriving and Settling In: House Geckos and Power Cuts

    My Airbnb in Ong Lang was small, clean, and came with house geckos – which are basically Southeast Asia’s answer to house spiders in the UK. I got quite attached to them, so much so that when I found one of the little house geckos trapped and killed in the door, I was devastated. I cried and moped around for an entire day, which I realise makes me sound a bit ridiculous, but there it is.

    Power cuts, however, were a different story. At least once a week, the electricity would go out for 12 hours straight. Even if you tried to escape to a café or restaurant, you’d just end up sitting next to a roaring generator. Even on the beach, you could hear them. It’s like trying to relax inside an engine.

    The Stray Dogs Incident: A Lesson in Rabies Anxiety

    On my first day in Phu Quoc, I set off to find the beach. After wandering around in the heat for far too long, I eventually gave up because every path seemed to end at a resort that wouldn’t let me through. Hot, tired, and slightly defeated, I decided to head back to my Airbnb.

    That’s when I ran into them – a pack of stray dogs blocking the narrow path. Now, I’ve got this probably overly irrational fear of getting rabies. I didn’t get my rabies jabs before I left, which, looking back, was a mistake. If you’re planning to travel somewhere with a high risk of rabies, don’t be like me. Get the jabs.

    Anyway, the dogs were barking like I’d wandered into their personal garden party uninvited. They definitely weren’t planning to let me pass. Then this man came along and said he’d help me through. Which he did – by waving a stick at the dogs and getting them all riled up. Brilliant.

    At that point, I had no choice but to walk through because I had absolutely no idea how to get back to my Airbnb without passing them. So I did the only thing I could: I walked very slowly while they yapped at my heels, fully convinced that one of them was about to bite me and give me rabies. Spoiler: that didn’t happen.

    But it did make me spend the first week or so in Phu Quoc absolutely petrified of stray dogs. And Phu Quoc has a lot of stray dogs. Like, everywhere you look, there they are – hanging around beach bars, wandering down streets, eyeing you with that “I own this road” kind of look.

    Looking back, it’s almost funny. Almost.

    Ho Quoc Pagoda overlooking the sea in Phu Quoc, Vietnam, during solo travel. The temple’s red-tiled roofs, ornate carvings, and surrounding greenery create a serene atmosphere with an ocean backdrop.
    Ho Quoc Pagoda – serenity with a side of construction noise

    Daily Routine: The Beach, Spring Rolls, and Margaritas

    Most days, I’d get up, walk down a quiet street towards the sea, and find a spot to drop my stuff on the beach. For the first time as a solo traveller, I actually felt safe leaving my things on the sand while I swam. The water was perfect – not too hot or soupy, but not too cold either. The further out you swam, the cooler it got. I’d stay out for an hour or so, just floating without a care in the world.

    Since my Airbnb only had a mini-fridge (and a loud one at that), I ended up eating out most days. I survived mainly on fresh spring rolls, french fries, and beer, with the occasional tofu banh mi thrown in for variety.

    On the way to the beach, I always passed a lady with a tiny street bar selling cocktails. She made the most brilliant margaritas, with just the perfect amount of salt around the rim. I probably got a bit too attached to that street bar, but at that point, a good margarita felt like a lifeline.

    K-Mart and the Horror Street

    There’s a K-Mart near Ong Lang, which I optimistically assumed might be similar to Thailand’s 7-Eleven. It wasn’t. K-Mart is like a sad, tropical Poundland with less charm and fewer options. Useful for emergency snacks but a bit of a letdown.

    Worse than K-Mart was this one particular road nearby lined with little shops displaying tanks crammed with giant live fish and cages full of live chickens. I physically couldn’t walk down that road. This made navigating where I was staying a nightmare. I ended up taking a mile-long detour most days just to avoid it. Practical? No. Necessary for my sanity? Absolutely.

    View of the massive water park and resort development on Hon Thom Island during solo travel in Phu Quoc, Vietnam. Water slides and construction sites dominate the landscape, contrasting with the surrounding greenery and blue sea.
    Hon Thom Island – paradise with a theme park twist

    The Cable Car to Hon Thom Island: Paradise Lost

    I did one proper touristy thing: took the cable car to Hon Thom Island. The views were stunning – turquoise water, untouched islands, the works. But when I actually landed, it felt like being dropped into a theme park nightmare.

    To my shame, I went back a second time with some friends I’d met in Thailand and actually enjoyed it. As much as I hate the whole idea of ruining a paradise island with a theme park, I ended up having a surprisingly fun day.

    Phu Quoc’s Struggle with Tourism

    Phu Quoc is beautiful – there’s no denying that. But you can also see how it’s being ruined by tourism. There’s this desperate scramble to make money from tourists, with tuk-tuks, souvenir shops, and new resorts springing up everywhere. It feels dirty, a bit commercialised, and just off.

    Most people I’ve spoken to feel the same way. They’re glad they visited, but they wouldn’t go back. It’s a bit like watching a paradise get buried under cheap hotels and theme parks.

    The Guilt of Solo Travel and Burnout

    There’s this guilt that creeps in when you’re a full time solo traveller. My friends back home are working nine-to-fives, and I’m the one they message saying they’re jealous. They see the beaches and the sunsets, but not the part where I sit on those beaches feeling like I’m wasting my money and my time.

    It feels almost criminal to be in a place that most people would dream of visiting and not be making the most of it. But the reality is, sometimes you just don’t have the energy to go island-hopping or tick off every excursion. And then comes the guilt – of being in paradise and still wanting to do nothing at all.

    Sunset over the ocean in Phu Quoc, Vietnam, with a kayak on the water and a person lounging on rocks. The sky is a mix of orange and pink hues, capturing the serene side of solo travel in Phu Quoc
    Sunset Ong Lang

    Final Thoughts on Phu Quoc

    Phu Quoc wasn’t what I’d call paradise, but it did have its moments. The water was perfect, the spring rolls were addictive, and I did manage to recharge – at least a bit. But between the power cuts, stray dogs, and the frantic push for tourism, it’s hard to ignore the cracks.

    I wouldn’t go back, but I don’t regret going once. At the very least, I left with a solid tan, a questionable addiction to fresh spring rolls, and some mildly traumatic memories of stray dogs and theme park rides.

    Before You Go…

    If you’re planning your own solo trip my Solo Travel Lifeline might come in handy. It’s like having a travel buddy in your pocket – without the awkward small talk.

    Need a ready-made plan? Check out my 3-day travel itineraries for popular destinations – they’re packed with tips and can save you a lot of guesswork. If you want something more personalised, I also offer custom itinerary planning to make sure your trip goes smoothly.

    Need a place to stay? I’ve got some handy affiliate links for Booking.com and Expedia to make planning a bit easier. If you book through them, I may earn a small commision – at no extra cost to you – so you’d be helping a fellow traveller out.

    And if you want real time action, follow me on Instagram, TikToK or join the Sisterhood of Solo Travellers on Facebook for tips, stories, and the occasional travel mishap.

    If you’re interested in Southeast Asia, you might also enjoy my posts about Koh Lanta and Siem Reap.

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