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  • Flamingos and Fkery: Paradise Ruined by Tourism

    Flamingos and Fkery: Paradise Ruined by Tourism

    Walking Through Paradise… Kind Of

    This all started because I was walking across a paradise island, or what was once paradise. It still doesn’t have cars, but the sandy tracks are now swarming with golf buggies and quad bikes. Tourists drive them like they’re in some desert go-kart track, flying around with music booming from portable speakers. Everything is slowly being eaten by resorts.

    It’s like watching something beautiful get bulldozed one beach bar at a time.

    I’m Part Of The Problem

    And I’m here. I know that. I’m walking it, photographing it, adding to it. I’m part of the problem. Even though I stay in eco places and eat local and support small businesses, that doesn’t erase me. Doesn’t make me some kind of backpacker saint. It just means I’m slightly more aware of the fuckery I’m contributing to.

    Travel Still Matters

    The thing is, travel matters. It broadens your mind. It shows you other people, other cultures. It teaches you that every place is valid. Every person is valid. Every culture is as valid as your own, and maybe some deserve more space, because they’ve been silenced or stamped out by the kind of culture I was raised to believe in.

    Some countries raise people to believe they live in the best place on Earth. And they believe it, not because it’s true, but because they’ve never seen anywhere else. I know because I grew up in 80s Britain being spoon-fed imperialism and exceptionalism with every school lesson and morning assembly.

    Maybe that’s why I still travel. Not just because it broadens my mind, but because it helps me understand the harm my part of the world has caused.

    It’s Still A Privilege

    And I know how much privilege it takes to even have that perspective. I have two passports. Travel is easy for me, even if I fight for every last scrappy bit of it. Even if I’m struggling or budgeting, even if I sleep in weird places and wash my clothes in a bottle, I still have the right documents. I still get waved through. That’s a privilege I never take lightly.

    Paradise, Paved

    This is what I keep circling back to. This island is popular because it feels like paradise. No roads, no stress, just saltwater and stillness. But as the allowed parts get crammed with golf carts, resorts, and booming bars, what are people even coming for anymore? If the whole reason for being here is stripped away, will they still come? And who’s really benefiting? I get it. Tourism brings income. It helps local people. But not everyone profits equally. Where I’m staying now is a small eco resort, owned by someone local. Last year it was full. This year, I’m the only one here. Everyone’s in the big resorts instead. And I doubt many of those are locally owned.

    Flamingos. Just Flamingos.

    I was stomping along the sand, when I stopped. There they were. Flamingos. Actual flamingos, just standing in the water like pink bits of surrealism. About 20 or 30 of them, scattered in the shallows.

    And in that whole long stretch of beach, no one else was even looking. Most people were over the other side of the island, drinking and partying. But down here, where the flamingos were, it was just me.

    Like… why are you even here?

    Why come all this way if you’re not going to look at the flamingos?

    Flamingos And Fuckery

    And that was the moment. That weird quiet moment where it all hit me at once. The beauty, the rage, the contradiction of being here at all. Of loving a place that’s being ruined while knowing you’re one of the people helping ruin it.

    Flamingos and fuckery. That’s all it was. That’s all it is.

    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.

    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 are planning visiting Mexico you might enjoy my post Safest Places in Mexico for Solo Female Travellers (2025).

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  • Safest Places in Spain for Solo Female Travellers (2025)

    Safest Places in Spain for Solo Female Travellers (2025)

    Spain has been a recurring destination in recent years, from travelling the entire coastline in a motorhome with a much-loved (and now sadly departed) greyhound, to more recent visits including places like Torremolinos and Madrid. It’s a country with a bit of everything: mountain villages, historic cities, beach towns, and chilled countryside. Safety-wise, it generally feels good for solo travel. You’ll find well-developed infrastructure, a strong tourism network, and a culture that leans more relaxed than chaotic. This list includes 14 destinations that are some of the safest places in Spain for solo female travellers.

    It’s also worth noting that while Spain remains a welcoming and generally safe destination, there’s been a noticeable rise in anti-tourism protests in recent years. These are often aimed at the strain mass tourism puts on housing, infrastructure, and local life. While solo travellers tend to have a lighter footprint, it’s always good to travel with awareness, respect the communities you pass through, and stay informed about the mood in certain regions.

    1. Seville

    Type of place: Cultural Andalusian city with tapas, flamenco, and Moorish history

    Why it feels safe: Walkable centre, relaxed pace, and plenty of accommodation options for solo travellers. Evenings feel sociable, not sketchy.

    Best for: History lovers, foodies, and first-time solo travellers

    2. Granada

    Type of place: Moorish-influenced city at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains

    Why it feels safe: Compact city with a student presence and a mix of cultures. Most solo visitors find it safe and welcoming.

    Best for: Architecture fans, budget travellers, and Alhambra wanderers

    3. San Sebastián

    Type of place: Northern coastal city known for food and surf

    Why it feels safe: Low crime, chilled vibe, and a strong solo traveller presence. The beaches and Old Town both feel secure.

    Best for: Food tourism, city strolls, and coastal relaxation

    4. Alicante

    Type of place: Mid-sized seaside city on the Costa Blanca

    Why it feels safe: Feels casual and easy to navigate. Safe to walk around by day or early evening, even near the waterfront.

    Best for: Sunseekers, digital nomads, and urban beach breaks

    5. Valencia

    Type of place: Blend of historical and futuristic, with a huge green park running through it

    Why it feels safe: Safe-feeling transport network, lots of daylight-friendly cafés and activities. Nightlife is there if you want it, avoidable if not.

    Best for: Cyclists, art lovers, and solo creatives

    6. Madrid

    Type of place: Lively capital with museums, parks, and busy neighbourhoods

    Why it feels safe: Most central areas are busy but safe. As in most cities, stay alert on the metro and in crowds.

    Best for: Big-city solo trips, museum lovers, and those after a sociable atmosphere

    7. Barcelona

    Type of place: Gaudí’s city, combining beaches, bars, and culture

    Why it feels safe: Famous for pickpocketing, so stay aware. That aside, it’s a solo travel hotspot with strong hostel and café culture.

    Best for: Architecture, nightlife, and diverse experiences

    8. Córdoba

    Type of place: Small inland city with ancient sites and Roman/Moorish history

    Why it feels safe: Peaceful, manageable, and walkable. Excellent for solo sightseeing during the day.

    Best for: History-focused travel, scenic courtyards, and quiet afternoons

    The Temple Expiatori del Sagrat Cor overlooking Barcelona, a peaceful viewpoint in one of Spain’s safest cities for solo female travellers
    Temple Expiatori del Sagrat Cor by Tomáš Nožina via Unsplash

    9. Ronda


    Type of place: Dramatic clifftop town in southern Spain

    Why it feels safe: Feels calm and scenic. Solo travellers can explore at a slow pace without pressure or crowds.

    Best for: Nature-lovers, photographers, and people wanting space

    10. Santiago de Compostela

    Type of place: Pilgrimage city with religious significance and beautiful architecture

    Why it feels safe: Full of travellers walking the Camino, so solo isn’t unusual here. Friendly, supportive vibe.

    Best for: Spiritual travellers, Camino walkers, and peaceful reflection

    11. Girona

    Type of place: Small medieval city with well-preserved old streets

    Why it feels safe: Quiet and safe-feeling. More relaxed than Barcelona, with fewer crowds and a slower pace.

    Best for: Game of Thrones fans, foodies, and low-key travel

    12. Bilbao

    Type of place: Industrial-turned-cultural northern city, home to the Guggenheim

    Why it feels safe: Great public spaces, easy to get around, and noticeably respectful towards solo travellers

    Best for: Art lovers, architecture geeks, and rainy-day wanderers

    13. Torremolinos

    Type of place: Costa del Sol beach town with a mixed and welcoming crowd

    Why it feels safe: Easy solo base. Feels safe, especially near the promenade and beachfront areas.

    Best for: LGBTQ+ travel, beach time, and affordable chill

    14. Zaragoza

    Type of place: Lesser-known inland city with Roman ruins and river views

    Why it feels safe: Not overrun with tourists, which can feel refreshing. Locals are generally warm, and the city is easy to get to know.

    Best for: Off-the-beaten-path exploring, relaxed city days, and solo journalling

    General Safety Tips for Solo Female Travellers in Spain

    • Choose accommodation with strong reviews and verified hosts
    • Avoid walking alone at night in quiet or poorly lit areas
    • Keep bags zipped and valuables out of sight in crowded spaces
    • Use registered taxis or trusted ride apps if moving around after dark
    • Plan journeys between cities during daylight where possible
    • Don’t leave drinks unattended and only accept sealed bottles or cans
    • Carry a charged phone and let someone know your rough plans each day

    Final Thoughts on Safety in Spain

    Spain is one of the most solo-travel-friendly countries in Europe. Most areas on the tourist trail are well-connected, used to visitors, and easy to navigate. While petty theft is the main concern, especially in big cities, violent crime is rare. Stick to daylight travel between destinations, keep your belongings secure in crowds, and trust your instincts if something doesn’t feel right. With a bit of common sense, Spain is a fantastic place to explore solo.

    I hope this post on the safest places in Spain for solo female travellers helps you feel more confident about planning your trip. If you want to talk through routes or get advice while you’re travelling, check out the Solo Travel Lifeline.

    If you’re vegan and reading this (or just interested in the food side of travel), I run a whole blog for that over at Vegan Verity. It’s where I put all the good eats, product finds, and tips for plant-based life on the move.

    Before You Go…

    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.

    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 to finding the Best Solo Female Travel Accommodation.

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  • Safest Places in Mexico for Solo Female Travellers (2025)

    Safest Places in Mexico for Solo Female Travellers (2025)

    I’m in Mexico right now. I’ve just left Mexico City and I’ve been spending time in San Cristóbal de las Casas, a mountain town with cobbled streets, colourful walls, one of the safest places in Mexico for solo female travellers.

    So far? I’ve felt very safe travelling solo in Mexico.

    That doesn’t mean I’ve been out partying at 2am or staggering home drunk (that’s never really been my style anyway). But I have been walking around during the day, eating out alone, riding buses, staying in budget-friendly Airbnbs and the odd hotel — and none of it has felt sketchy.

    I always read the reviews, I check the maps, and I trust my gut. I drink beer that’s opened in front of me, I keep my bag zipped, and I don’t flash anything expensive. That’s not just Mexico, that’s how I travel everywhere.

    This list isn’t sugarcoated, but it is honest. These are the places in Mexico where I’ve either personally felt safe or done enough research that they’ve stayed on my “yes” list as a solo female traveller.

    General Safety Tips for Travelling in Mexico

    Before we get into the list, here’s what I do as a solo traveller in Mexico to stay safe:

    • I don’t go out after dark alone. You absolutely can, and many people do, but I just don’t. It’s not worth the gamble.
    • I don’t drink spirits or cocktails, just beer or wine that’s opened in front of me.
    • I always read reviews when booking accommodation, especially on Airbnb. If I get even one gut-feeling red flag, I skip it.
    • I use Google Street View to check out a location before booking. If the area looks isolated or rundown, I’ll look elsewhere.
    • I avoid flashy jewellery, handbags, or camera gear.
    • I stick to Uber or pre-booked taxis in cities instead of just hailing one off the street.
    • I keep my location private on Instagram and don’t post in real time unless I’ve already left that place.
    • I have my location permanently shared with a friend via Apple Find MY and a couple of people check in on me daily on WhatsApp or Messenger.

    This might sound cautious, but it’s what makes me feel relaxed enough to enjoy the trip.

    A colourful vegan lunch with black bean soup, purple cabbage, and tacos, served on a wooden table outdoors in Mexico.
    Eating solo but definitely not suffering. This was one of the best vegan meals I’ve had in Mexico so far.

    Safest Places in Mexico for Solo Female Travellers

    1. Mexico City (Roma Norte, Condesa, Coyoacán)

    Safety summary: Roma Norte is widely regarded as one of the safer neighbourhoods in CDMX, tree-lined streets, craft coffee, restaurants, and a mostly relaxed, creative vibe. Avoid areas like Tepito and Iztapalapa.

    My tip: I stayed in Roma Norte, which felt calm and walkable, almost like London, but sunnier. I walked during daylight, used Uber to get around, and booked places with lots of solid reviews. The first subway car is women-only (if you need it), but I avoided transit at peak times. Always check the street and building on Google Street View before booking.

    2. San Cristóbal de las Casas

    Safety summary: Small, walkable, and laid-back. Tourism is well established. Visible police presence, but I never felt unsafe.

    My tip: It’s cool in the evenings, so bring layers. I stayed just outside the very centre and walked into town during the day, felt totally fine. Just don’t wander too far into the outskirts and be mindful if there are local protests or roadblocks. They’re usually peaceful, but they do pop up.

    3. Oaxaca City

    Safety summary: Generally considered safe and culturally rich. Stick to central neighbourhoods like Jalatlaco or Centro.

    My tip: I haven’t been yet, but it’s high on my list. Other solo travellers have told me the food scene is brilliant and it’s easy to meet people. Use your usual awareness in busy markets or during festivals. I’d stay somewhere with solid reviews, in walking distance to the centre.

    4. Valladolid

    Safety summary: Safe, small town in the Yucatán. Very walkable and not chaotic like the big tourist hubs.

    My tip: This is a great alternative to the madness of Cancún. It’s a good base for exploring cenotes and ruins without having to deal with the party crowd. You’ll still want a secure place to stay, I’d go for something near the centre with reviews mentioning solo female stays.

    5. Mérida

    Safety summary: Repeatedly ranked one of the safest cities in Mexico. Ideal for solo travel, especially if you prefer slower-paced trips.

    My tip: It’s hot. Like, drink-your-weight-in-electrolytes hot. But it’s safe, calm, and full of culture. I’d go for a place with air con and walking distance to the squares. Locals are kind, and it doesn’t feel intense or overwhelming.

    6. Puerto Escondido (La Punta)

    Safety summary: Popular surf town with a mellow vibe. La Punta is often recommended as the calmest and safest neighbourhood for solo travellers. Like any beach destination, exercise caution after dark and don’t walk alone along the shoreline at night.

    My tip: I haven’t been to Puerto Escondido yet, but I’ve kept it on my radar. If I do go, I’ll stick to La Punta, arrive during the day, and book somewhere with a long trail of detailed reviews from other solo women. As always, I’d avoid anywhere that has vague safety comments or no reviews at all, that’s not a place-specific rule, that’s just how I travel.

    Skeleton-style mural painted on a white wall in San Cristóbal de las Casas, Mexico, with flowers and fireworks. One of the safest places for solo female travellers in Mexico.
    Street art in San Cristóbal de las Casas. Playful, bold, and full of character, just like the town.

    Final Thoughts on Solo Female Safety (Everywhere)

    Mexico gets a bad rep in the media, but it’s not the Wild West. It’s just like anywhere, some places are safer than others, and how you travel makes a difference.

    For me, the key to safe solo travel is doing what makes you feel secure. I don’t drink heavily. I avoid night-time wandering. I over-research every place I stay. I don’t share my location in real time. I wear what I like, but I do think about how I’ll be perceived, especially in rural areas.

    You don’t have to follow all the same rules. You might love a rooftop bar at midnight. I’ll probably be home by then, watching Netflix in my PJs with a beer. Both are valid. Just travel in a way that works for you.

    And honestly? Mexico’s been great. People have been welcoming, transport has been smooth, and I’ve felt more relaxed here than I did in parts of Europe. I hope you enjoyed this post on the safest places in Mexico for solo female travellers.

    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.

    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.

    You might also find my post on Backpack Security for Solo Travellers useful.

    If you’re planning a trip to Mexico take a look at how I planned mine here.

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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…

    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 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.

    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 famous Cafe Apartment in Ho Chi Minh City - every floor packed with quirky coffee shops, bars, and boutiques.
    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…

    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.

    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…

    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.

    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.

    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.

    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.

    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.

    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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  • 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.

    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.

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