A Tale or Two About…A Spiked Drink, A Stolen Purse…& A Change of Plan

Right from the moment I started travelling back in October, I knew that I wanted to be as far away from a normal, traditional Christmas as I could possibly be this year. Bali seemed like the perfect place for anyone wanting to escape the holidays and so my plan had always been to spend both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day on the island, preferably lying on a beach or by a pool with a cocktail in hand.

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A Tale or Two About…Taking the 13-Hour Night Ferry from Cagliari to Naples Solo

I’m not entirely sure why but I was ridiculously excited about getting the ferry from Cagliari in Sardinia to Naples. Yes, it was overnight, yes I couldn’t afford a cabin which meant I’d be sleeping sitting upright on a seat in the bar, and yes it would take 13 hours, but there was something so old-school-travel about taking the ferry rather than flying (also, I couldn’t afford the flight, but I swear even if I could I probably would have booked the ferry anyway!) Continue reading

Solo Travel: A Tale or Two About…Eating Alone

What’s the big deal with eating alone? There needs to be some kind of a dining revolution, especially for solo female travellers. How is it possible that in this day and age, when a woman can do and be anything she wants, eating by yourself is still considered weird, or worse, sad? A lot of women I know would simply, point blank, not even consider eating solo…but when you’re travelling, you will miss out on one of the greatest things about the countries you are visiting if you can’t face dining alone. Continue reading

Smart Solo Travel: Why You Should Never Underestimate the Old Boys

I’d only been in Sardinia for three days and I’d already been propositioned. Before you go jumping to conclusions and thinking the same thing that everyone back home did before I left (“You’ll have to watch those Italian men – they’ll love you with your blonde hair and fair skin”) let me explain. I was not propositioned by some beautiful, charming Italian man; in true, continuing ‘weird-things-just-seem-to-happen-to-me’ style, I was bizarrely hit on by an 80-odd-year-old Swiss man…named Roland. Continue reading