This is probably the most important and most ambiguous concept when you travel: Safety.
Everyone understands the general concept: keep your things safe, avoid looking like a lost tourist, be careful when it’s dark. My problem is this: sometimes there is very thin line between legitimate safety advices and concerns and racism and prejudice. Let me explain. Continue reading
Trigger warning, this includes content about street harassment (and some swear words).
First, I have to admit I am no expert on travelling solo, and hopefully I’ll write more positive pieces on this as it goes. Until now, most of my travelling has been with a partner. Still, for many reasons, we ended up going to different places on a few occasions, leaving me to spend a month in Turkey by myself, travel in France solo and have the odd days by myself in Morocco. It was during one of those moments that it happened.
How did we start hitchhiking?
We were volunteering at Agape Eco-Farm, in the small village of Ljesevici Village, near Tivat, in Montenegro. Beautiful place, but very remote when you don’t have a car, which was no problem, until came our days off -woohoo! But how to get out of this hole? (The camp wasn’t open yet).Then, Pasha, the mind who started the project, looked at us and said, very simply: ‘’Hitchhike!’’. In all honesty, I just stared at him with complete surprise, unsure if he was serious or not- which shows how familiar I was with the concept then. I mean, I had heard of hitchhiking, but me? Doing it, just like this? Don’t you need a lot of mental preparation for this, a handbook of some sort or a friend to show you how?