Homesick

Sometimes solo travel feels incredibly lonely. I had been out of my home country for 5 months (the longest ever) and I was missing family, friends, and familiarity. I never thought I’d miss routine, but in that moment, I wanted something stable. I didn’t want to keep making major decision every single day.

Prison History and Stories in Fremantle

The nighttime prison tour at the historic Fremantle prison provides lots of good history and stories of some famous criminals. The first thing the convicts had to build was their prison! I also met an awesome Airbnb host who had unique travel stories.

Day 352: The Creepiest Hotel I’ve Ever Stayed At

Norseman is the first town I arrived at after driving across the Nullarbor. I stayed at a hotel that was above a bar in an old Victorian building. Walking down the hallway was like walking into The Shinning.

Days 348-349: Am I Being Loured Into a Bad Situation?

I ended up in the corner of the yard in an old indoor/outdoor shed full of random tools. Dust and rust covered most of the items. There was a dummy dressed in old clothes that was hunched over in a strange position. It looked like something out of a horror movie. I started to freak out a little bit as Allan continued to follow me around the isolated corner.

Day 322: You’re Going to Get Into a Stranger’s Car?

I walked to the bus station near where I was house sitting and hailed the bus down like the sign instructed me to. I stepped inside and asked the bus driver, “Can I buy a ticket from you?” He asked me where I was going and told him I needed to get to the CentralContinue reading “Day 322: You’re Going to Get Into a Stranger’s Car?”

Day 315: Russian and Ukrainian Hitchhikers, What Could Go Wrong?

On the side of the road, I noticed hitchhikers with large backpacks. I was driving too fast and passed them. Then my gut told me to go back and see if I could help them with a ride.

Days 308-309: Solo Travel, But Often Not Alone

I used to work with a guy named Daniel at an industrial supply company in Los Angeles. At one point, we were both supervisors in the office, in departments that were next to each other. I remember one day our system went down, and representatives couldn’t access any information about orders. Being one of theContinue reading “Days 308-309: Solo Travel, But Often Not Alone”

Day 282: My Last Day in Vietnam and An Urgent Note to Tourists

I signed up for a full-day tour during my last day in Vietnam. The van picked me up at my hotel at 7:45 am. It was similar to the VIP vans I had been on before and I was lucky enough to get one of the individual front seats that reclined. When the door opened,Continue reading “Day 282: My Last Day in Vietnam and An Urgent Note to Tourists”

Day 281: Stomach and Post Office Problems

After a quick breakfast, I took a taxi to the airport. I was leaving the island of Phu Quoc and flying to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam (formerly known as Saigon). I checked in at Vietjet Air and the combined weight of my suitcase and backpack were 34.4 kilos (75 lbs). They only allow 20Continue reading “Day 281: Stomach and Post Office Problems”

Days 278-279: Island Relaxation

I arranged for a car to pick me up from my hotel and take me to the airport in Da Nang. The driver showed up early and had to wait on me for a few minutes. He angrily pointed at his watch, which I blew off since he was early. On the 45-minute drive, IContinue reading “Days 278-279: Island Relaxation”

Days 276-277: Friends When You Need Them

I continued to fight a cold and wanted to sleep in because I didn’t fall asleep until 12:30 am. At 7:40 am, there was a knock on my door. It was the front desk woman reminding me that I had a tour that day at 8:00 am. This was the second hotel in Vietnam whereContinue reading “Days 276-277: Friends When You Need Them”

Day 275: Alone in the Most Romantic City

I went to the small indoor/outdoor cafe that was at the hotel to eat breakfast. I asked the woman at the front desk (who also took my breakfast order) about the hot water because I couldn’t shower the night before without it. She explained that they don’t have a water heater and the pipes areContinue reading “Day 275: Alone in the Most Romantic City”

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