As so often, a thread by a woman about going away on one's own and how it can change a person's life has been hijacked by men. Men who clearly have no idea what Shirley Valentine was really about.
So, whilst I am confused and intrigued by the first ‘threesome post’ on CC I can recall, lets bring it back on track.
Independence.
Striking off on your own isn’t easy, and there are risks to consider, but it’s like - and forgive me - riding a bike. The first time you push off without stabilisers, without Mum or Dad’s arms waiting to catch you, can be perturbing.
But once you do you realise it’s easy. And then, later, it’s not about being on your own.
I think jefmcg and others will agree, it’s about the little adventures, the people you meet, the strange things you find, it’s not about solitude at all.
It’s not all good, and you find that other solo travellers aren’t always honourable people - that’s something I would bear in mind - more than the native people.