“To
travel is to move around the world, until the world starts moving
you.”'
My
name is Emma. I am 29 years old and I am Argentinian. I have a
bachelor’s degree in Social Communication and I work at an NGO
called La Flecha (www.laflecha.org.ar)
I
have never had any trouble leaving places. “To go” has always
captivated me, no matter the destination. Airports give me
butterflies. The rattling of trains soothes me. Unfamiliar streets
excite me. For some people it’s all about climbing the highest
mountain, surfing the biggest wave, making a million dollars or
buying their first house… For me, the one thing that challenges me
to be better and leap out my comfort zone is to travel. I guess it’s
a natural inclination for someone curious that enjoys learning,
exploring and expanding her universe.
It
took me some time to discover the beauty of travelling solo; but when
I look back and I recall my early travelling experiences, I realize
it was only meant to be.
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A
few years ago I was trying to figure out what to do on my holidays
when I realized I couldn’t find anyone who would come along with
me. I had recently cut loose of almost everything and everyone that
-up until then- had given me a false sense of security: university
life, old friends and a very long relationship. I realized that I was
pretty much alone, but I wasn’t feeling lonely. By emptying my life
of things and people who belonged to the past I’d made space to
fill it with new things; things that made me feel happier, better and
braver. That is when I decided it was time for me to embrace this
feeling of solitude and emptiness and start exploring the
possibilities it offered.
I
took my three week annual vacation to go on my very first trip
completely on my own.
I
saw this sign on my first day in London: a good motto for the
adventure ahead.
What
was your first travel experience?
My
very first solo trip was to the UK and Ireland, in 2013. But I guess
the first time I went on an adventure on my own was when I went to
live in the US as an exchange student for a whole year. I was 18 and
I still remember the excitement I felt as I said good-bye to my mom
and dad and got on a plane alone. I landed at a very remote, strange
and completely different place, where I had nothing but hope and a
big smile on my face. I lived with people I knew nothing about and
who knew nothing about me for 12 months. I felt liberated, freer and
full of opportunities. Every day was a new challenge, and every day I
felt stronger and more comfortable in my own skin. I came back home
totally transformed: I’d become a woman who likes to travel alone.
The
art of taking selfies.
Have
you ever felt lonely travelling solo?
Not
really. I’ve learned that I am much better company than I had
imagined. Of course I’ve felt tired, bugged and a little blue at
times. At first, I was very hard on myself for feeling that way and
letting those emotions ruin my day, my week or my whole trip!
Until
one day I understood that feelings are part of who I am and decided I
wouldn’t fight emotions anymore, even if they become a bit
overwhelming at times. Instead, I learned to embrace them and give
myself time to just feel
whatever I feel.
And then, I just start again.
You
are who you are. Be nice to yourself.
Do
you have any fun stories of things that happened to you that you
realized even at the time, “This never would have happened if I had
been traveling with someone else?”
Everything
changes when you travel alone. You usually become a nicer, more open
and available person. When I was in Edinburgh, I came across the
Edinburgh University. I was tired and hungry, but I decided to make
an extra effort to take a look around inside that gorgeous building.
When I tried to get in, the guy at the entrance stopped me, asked for
my student ID and sent me directly to a certain classroom where they
were having some sort of luncheon. I had no idea what was going on (I
think it was kind of an open house event for high school students)
but since no one stopped me, I had no shame in walking around the
place in my tourist’s outfit, serving myself to some sandwiches and
a piece of cake and sit at a corner for a while, drinking a glass of
wine. When I finished, I left as quietly as I had come in, only
feeling less tired, less hungry, much happier and a little bit
mischievous.
Hidden
treasures. Dublin.
What
was your best travel experience?
When
I started planning my trip to the UK I began feeling a bit worried
about whether I was going to be ok with being alone for so many days.
I decided I needed a preview of what travelling completely alone was
going to be like, since I hadn’t done it in a while. So, at the end
of that summer, I went to the beach for about a week, completely
alone.
The
town I went to is usually very crowded during summer season, but it’s
almost a ghost town once summer is over. When I got there I realize
that I was literally alone everywhere I went: the house, the
building, the beach, the streets, the whole city was empty! There was
nothing but silence and emptiness everywhere I went. I had the beach
and the cold waves all to myself. The skies were so clear and blue.
To be
completely alone made me realize I usually feel a lot lonelier when I
am surrounded by people. I felt a strong connection with nature and
with myself. I enjoyed every second of that trip. It wasn’t the
most adventurous, but it was definitely one of the most important
ones.
Is
there anything you would have done differently/ any regrets, if you
could do it over again?
No,
not really. I am happy with the decisions I have made for myself,
even when they were bad. Every life experience, good or bad, has
taught me something new about myself and what I am capable of. If I
think I made a mistake I’ll try not to repeat it again, but I won’t
regret it. I believe that if you manage to learn something from your
mistakes, then they were not mistakes at all.
I’ve
been a U2 fan for ages. Being at their studio’s door was a
beautiful day indeed!
What
was your worst travel experience?
I’d
say it was when I almost missed my flight to Ireland because of
London’s horrible rush hour traffic and my underestimation of how
far the airport really was. It was one of the most exhausting,
expensive and stressing situations of my life. I felt like I was in a
Mission Impossible movie: everything that could go wrong went, well…
worse. The first sign of things going very badly was when the coach
to the airport became delayed and the driver told me there was no
chance I was getting to the airport on time. After considering all
options, and realizing that the delayed bus was still my best choice,
I jumped on hoping the odds where on my favor. They weren’t. By the
time we reached the outskirts of London and started to move at a
decent speed, the bus driver informed us that he had scratched a car
so he was stopping for a few (indeterminate amount of) minutes. I got
off to find an alternative route, but I couldn’t find a single taxi
willing to take me to the airport (not even for a £100) Not really
sure about what I was doing, I left the bus and took a train back to
the city center; then I switched to the subway system, made two other
connections and finally paid for yet another (very expensive) train
to the airport. Since I was already super late I knew there was no
chance I could check-in my bag, I spent every minute of that train
ride trying to shove everything I had in a tiny hand bag and wear
everything else on top of the clothes I already had on. Imagine the
scene: I was late, stressed, money less and oh so hot from all the
clothes I was wearing.
Somehow,
after having arrived at the airport only 20 minutes before my plane
departed, I managed to pass through security with all my belongings
(which included a pair of scissors, two bottles of wine, a pocket
knife and ten extra kilos of luggage that I should have checked in),
get to the gate barely 2 minutes before it closed and jump on the
plane 2 seconds before it departed. When I finally sat on my seat I
started laughing so hard that people sitting next to me had no doubt
I had lost it. I was just happy that I hadn’t had a heart attack
after running around the airport wearing two sweaters, two pairs of
pants, a skiing jacket while carrying an overloaded backpack on my
back.
Probably
because everything turned out ok (and I didn’t die trying), it
ended up being one of the funniest stories of that trip.
What’s
the strangest situation you have found yourself in?
Walking
back to my apartment in a very dark Berlin, all alone, at 3 am, on a
very cold night… and getting there safely. The strange part was
realizing that I had nothing to worry about. I am just not used to
feeling safe walking alone at night.
Where
will you never return to?
I’d
probably never go back to Las Vegas. But, who knows?
What
advice would you give women traveling solo to your home country?
To
women traveling solo in Argentina I would advise them to do what they
should do everywhere else: be smart and careful.
I
know some people don’t like to plan their trips in advance, but I
think it’d be a lot safer to at least gather some information
before visiting a new place. Also, if possible, I’d advise them to
contact some locals beforehand so they know who to call in case they
need help. Always let someone know where you are and where you are
going next, and don’t give away any specific details about yourself
to strangers.
Don’t
miss the opportunity to travel along the Pampas (Great Plains region)
and enjoy the most amazing sunsets.
What
are your future travel plans?
Next
June I am going to Germany as an exchange student and then I’ll
spend a week in Barcelona as a second-time-visitor. Looking forward
to being on a plane again!
What
are your top three tips for women traveling solo?
Get
prepared (know your basics). Be prepared (for anything). Feel
prepared (to enjoy whatever may come).
Trust
your instincts and allow yourself to trust others. It is a wonderful
and empowering feeling.
Live
up to your own decisions so you don’t have any regrets.
Enrich
your travel experiences by using all your senses: see, touch, smell,
taste and listen. The world is multidimensional.
Every
now and then, leave your camera behind.
What
would you tell women who are looking to travel alone but worry about
their safety?
You
can always minimize risks, but there is no way to guarantee safety.
So, the first thing I’d tell them is to stop worrying about it.
The
second thing I’d tell those who prioritize safety is that feeling
“safe” can actually be dangerous: the truth is that the safer we
feel the more relaxed and inattentive we usually become; therefore,
we take more risks and expose ourselves to dangerous situations.
Whenever we are in an unfamiliar place, however, we tend to be more
careful, more instinctive and more responsible. As a result, feeling
a bit worried can be a good way to stay safe.
Finally,
I’d tell them that worrying about safety sometimes means that we
are scared. But that is OK. It is good to feel a bit scared: it means
you are leaving your comfort zone, it means you are learning. So, use
that fear for your own benefit. If you are scared or concerned, you
can do research, ask around, have a back-up plan, read a lot or find
friends that walk you through it… As long as you don’t let it
paralyze you, fear is your best friend.
I
never felt so out of my comfort zone as when I was in Berlin. That
amazing city was my biggest challenge, and probably because of that,
one of my favorite
Couchsurfing...
what do you think about that?
I
think it’s a great concept. I used it both for meeting travelers in
my own city as to surf when I was traveling. I actually surfed twice
(both at single men's houses) and I had very good experiences. To me,
it is a lot more than just free accommodation: it is a great way to
explore different cultures and a fantastic way to put your own
limitations to the test. I recommend it.
How
do you pay for a life of travel?
Working
and saving every peso I make. It is an expensive and
not-very-efficient way to do it in our economy, but it is all I can
do right now (and the reason I am not travelling as often as I would
like).
Tell
us about the best food you have ever eaten on your travels?
Oh,
this is a tough one! Food is an important part of travelling for me,
and a tasty way of learning about other cultures. Just to name a few,
I’d say southern midwest barbecue with fried okra was a memorable
surprise I enjoyed in the US. In Brazil, I loved the fruity
breakfasts. Irish “Guinness” is famous for a reason. In Cordoba,
Argentina, I had the best chivito asado ever. In Berlin I had the
most exquisite piece of poppy seed cake. I never thought a cake
without chocolate could be so freaking delicious. Everything I ate in
Madrid was pure perfection. And I could go on, and on, but… I am
getting hungry.
What
is the most breathtaking view you have ever witnessed on your
travels
I
have an endless list: the icy surface of the Perito Moreno glacier
(Argentina), the breathtaking sunset in the Pacific Ocean (Chile),
the endless skies of La Puna (Argentina), the infinitude of the Grand
Canyon, the astonishing Cliffs of Moher (Ireland), every single
Brazilian beach I have been to, the magnificent Sagrada Familia
cathedral in Barcelona, the I-can’t-believe-what-my-eyes-are-seeing
Iguazú waterfalls (Argentina). The world is simply beautiful.
What
do you miss about your home when you go traveling?
Not
too many things, really. Unless I run out of yerba: then I would miss
drinking mate every morning.
(If
you know to know what I am taking about look for articles like this:
http://users.ecs.soton.ac.uk/jca/mate.htm)
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Mate:
my best travel buddie.
What
item will you always carry in your backpack?
Apart
from the obvious (passport and money) I carry a pocket knife, a
headlight, my ipod and my mate
kit.
Who
was the kindest or most generous person you met on your travels, and
what did they do?
I
have met nothing but generous people in all my travels: my host
families when I lived in the USA; all the couchsurfers that let me
stay at their homes or made time to go grab a beer with me; the bus
driver that took me from Doolin to the Cliffs of Moher and back, and
became my personal travel advisor; the construction worker from the
London tube that gave me £5 so I could go back to my place when the
tube broke down at midnight, or the security guard, also from the
tube, that lend me his smartphone so I could call my host and tell
him I was running late; the two strangers that in two different
opportunities (very late at night and very early in the morning)
helped me get to my destination when I got lost in Berlin; the many
locals everywhere that stopped and made time to give me directions
and advice; every single traveler I shared a room with and happily
engaged in conversation or wandered around with me just because…
Once again, the list is huge. I know it seems hard to believe at
first, but people are as generous as the world is beautiful.
What
have you learned from travelling?
I
think travelling has taught me all the important lessons in life: to
trust myself and others; to be kind; to seize the moment; to follow
my instincts; to assume nothing, expect nothing and let life surprise
me.
Who
inspires you? What other travelers do you look up to?
I
admire those who are aware of their own fears and still go for it and
those who dare to change themselves and learn something new every
day. I admire those who understand the difference between solitude
and loneliness, and are ok with both. I look up to all those brave
women out there who know that it is not brave if it does not scare
you.
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