A few months ago, I wrote an extremely well-received post about traveling to St. John, USVI and how it became a defining moment for me as a solo traveler. In it, I touched on my experience hitchhiking while on the island. Most of the 100-plus comments were supportive of my experience but I was also chastised by one or two who thought I had no business hitchhiking as a woman alone. Well, I’ve never spoken about it again…until now.
My trip was now mere hours away, and reality had begun to set in. In all of the excitement of planning, it truly hadn’t dawned on me that I would be traveling alone. Solo. Just me, myself, and I.
Why do I love travel? Travel is not just recreation. It is re-creation.
It’s Friday. I started blogging about my wanderlust roughly two weeks ago and it dawned on me that I hadn’t yet talked about my journey towards becoming a solo traveler. So here’s a little more about me, interview-style.
My eyes went as wide and as white as a bone china saucer. Was this guy seriously talking to me? And even worse, what was I doing sitting in the cab of a converted Ford F-350 with him—alone?