Let’s face it, as a female traveling alone you’re going to be the target of men who are interested in a “special” encounter while you are on your adventure. Here are the top five lines I heard while backpacking through Europe for three months, in the winter, staying hostels, on my own. While none of them actually worked, they all made me pause… at least for a second.
5. I know a great Mexican food restaurant.
4. Would you like a massage?
3. Can I carry your bags?
2. My buddy and I are headed to Majorca, Spain to party, want to come?
1. I have a tub and hot water at my place. (Ok, I actually considered if there was a way to get a hot bath and not get into “hot water” with the guy. The answer, of course, was no. Oh, but it was tempting for a minute.)
We spent the day on the dry plains in search of herds of zebra, antelope, and giraffe. Once, we even happened upon a pride of lions resting in the mid-day sun. It is impossible to take it all in; the beautiful scenery, amazing wildlife, it is a primal existence. This experience offers a small peak into the vastness that originally existed. I feel as though my senses are in overload. How small I feel here and yet so alive. I will return to this place in my mind and remind myself of the wonder of our own being.
There is something about the sensory pleasure of travel that has always been appealing to me. I guess it is because I feel things deeply. I mean really deeply. And I consider this a gift. For example, when it rains like it did last week, I don’t just feel water on my skin, I feel a liquid pouring through my soul, cleansing my spirit. Each drop of water that falls on my skin is like a finger tapping me to wake me up. The smell fills my pours and makes me smile. The sound pitter patters through my mind in an uneven pattern that causes all linear thought to pause and allows me to step away from the drudgery of analysis and play with the sensations of my body… the simple joy of being in the moment wherever in the world I am…
Female Explorers Backpacking