I’ve spent 47 days in New York City by myself. Not visiting friends, not on business — just me, a backpack, and a city that doesn’t care if you’re alone or in a group of ten. That’s the point. Solo travel in NYC is different from any other city. You don’t need a partner to…
March is a lie. It pretends to be spring, but in most of the Northern Hemisphere, it’s just a slushy, grey transition period where your shoes are always damp and you’ve forgotten what the sun looks like. Most people use it as an excuse to go get a sunburn in Florida with ten thousand screaming…
You booked the flight. You have a 40-liter pack and a copy of The Beach. You think you’re ready. You’re not. Every day in Bangkok, Chiang Mai, or Ho Chi Minh City, I watch fresh solo backpackers make the same five errors. They waste money, lose time, and sometimes end up crying in a hostel…