Travelling is in my eyes the only thing that you can buy that makes you richer and I feel pretty damn rich right now, so I wanted to take this opportunity to share my love for travelling to all my fellow solo travellers, especially all the solo travelling girls out there.
I had never even been overseas before and as I was stepping into the plane off to Mumbai, India, I felt an overwhelming surge through my body, it was a mixture of excitement, fear and anticipation.
I didn’t really plan for this trip, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do except for surf, socialize and forget about the western culture. With just my backpack and surfboards I felt free, free to do whatever I want, free to go wherever I want and free to just be me.
A week in India and I had caught the local transport down to Arambol Beach in Goa. This beach was lively, full of yogis, backpackers, new age hippies and down to earth people that were on their own personal journey.
I had lost myself in Arambol. I had been there for 3 weeks and didn’t want to leave but my flight was in 2 days to Sri Lanka so I headed to Tiruchirappalli International Airport. Which was 12 hours of buses, trains and Rikshaws. I spent a day and night in Tiruchirappalli before flying off, I felt this city was very untouched by the western culture and I loved it. You could feel the deep culture in the people, food and temples. It was a very spiritually touching moment for me to be completely alone yet feel so alive.
Here I was. Sri Lanka!
It is beautiful. It’s tropical beaches, fresh seafoods and friendly locals.
My plan for Sri Lanka was to have no plan and that was the best thing I could have done.
Just spend my days soaking in the sun and my nights enjoying the company of travellers from all over the globe.
After a month in Sri Lanka it was time to leave. I had been in my favourite town in Sri Lanka called Hikkaduwa for over a week now, I said goodbye to my travel fling in the late hours of the night got into the Rikshaw and now off to the airport, heading to France.
I arrived in Paris with my goal to get to Morocco.
I travelled through some beautiful places in France. My favourites being Toulouse, Biarritz and Bordeaux. But I wanted to get to the warmth so Morocco, here I come!
I caught multiple trains, buses and Ubers to Madrid which I got a flight to Marrakech for 25 euros!
As I arrived to Morocco I headed to a city named Chefchaoun, the Blue City.
I travelled through Merzouga, Meknes and Fez to get where I wanted to go.
But when I arrived in Chefchaoun, it was beautiful. Probably one of my favourite places I have ever visited but beware give yourself time in this city. It is not a 1 or 2-day trip but a minimum of a week. With beautiful hikes, waterfalls, shopping and socializing to be done, it’s not an experience that should be rushed.
After 2 weeks in Chefchaoun I headed to Essaouira to finish my travels before heading home to Australia from Agadir.
A town that felt both middle eastern and medieval situated on the beach was the best place to relax before heading back home to Australia and integrate back into the western society.
Back home I went. Reflecting back on my experiences, interactions and personal growth. The best thing I learnt about free style backpacking was to have absolutely no plan at all.