female travel
The girl's guide to all things travel; optimal itineraries, recommendations and more for solo female travel and group trips alike.
Mysterious Journey
Annisa gazed out the plane window at the sun's reflection on the wing, above it the buttercup coloured clouds streamed towards a blue grey sky. She felt relaxed now knowing the long flight was almost over and she would be landing soon. She was excited yet somewhat apprehensive about the country she was visiting, as she had never been to Bali. Even the name of the place conjured up thoughts of a mystical exotic island in her mind. Annisa was such a novice traveller, who had never ventured much further than her own backyard. Annisa was travelling with a purpose, following her late mother's request to reconnect with her Uncle and enjoy a vacation in a place that inspired her mother to paint.
By Monique Carroll5 years ago in Wander
The Girl with no Home(town)
Where are you from? It shouldn't be difficult to answer this question. I think at least once a day or a few times a week someone asks me about that and I should be really used to it. It's such a basic phrase, yet somehow I always struggle with it.
By Martyna Dearing5 years ago in Wander
Fear and the Solo Traveler
I’m a woman who has lived on the road almost two years now in my RV as a solo nomad. It’s taken some time, but I’ve discovered that I love boondocking and being outside at night. I love the cool night air, the black sky full of stars, and most of all the absolute stillness and quiet that comes from being miles away from everyone and everything. I know for some people though, that image would inspire the opposite of calm and tranquility.
By Jennifer Wedgle5 years ago in Wander
How I Ease the Creepiness of Hiking Solo
I received a message this week from an Instagram follower, who enjoys hiking alone, but admits it can feel a little “creepy.” She was looking for recommendations on what to bring on a solo hike that could put her more at ease. I can relate to her reference to creepy, since it took me some time to become more comfortable with being in the woods alone.
By Jill Roberts5 years ago in Wander
Future Memories
I have happened upon a town, separated from the world by trees and valleys. In awe of the magic here that is woven into the fabric of its existence. I feel at peace here. I parked the bus and before exploring, I was determined to fix the rocky seat I have been sitting on for many days now. As I crouch down to replace the bolt that has stripped I notice a small, leatherbound black book wedged there. I put it aside, vowing to read it after my exploration. I exit the bus and see a man sitting in a parking lot on a beach chair. I feel compelled to meet him. He has an air about him. A knowing that radiates from his person. And he looks like Jesus. He greets me as if he has been waiting for me to arrive. He tells me I must walk down Honeysuckle Ln. There is something for me there. And so I go.
By Acorn Elephante5 years ago in Wander
Oahu
It was a Wednesday, and it was my first real date in almost two years. I was fantastically anxious, and quite unsure of if this experience was even something I was truly ready for. But he seemed kind, and interesting, and though the date quickly turned absurd and hilariously horrific—as was the rest of our short lived relationship—it did leave me with a memorable story to tell and lessons to reflect upon for the months to come.
By Rose Hutson5 years ago in Wander
Second Helpings of Turkish Delight
It’s hard to believe that this is the second time I’ve sat at this very coffee bar, in Turkey. I never thought I’d go to Turkey once, let alone twice, let alone twice within about 6 months. This time a few years before now I was probably…somewhere very different. Still looking at the world through the lens of a National Geographic magazine. Turkey was something you ate at Christmas, and only vaguely registered as somewhere you could actually go.
By Emily Hunt5 years ago in Wander
The Freshest of Starts
On a whim, I took a solo trip to Scotland in March of 2018. My decision was born out of a mix of frustration with the state of my life and an equally strong desire to shake things up. I needed a new perspective, a fresh start for my 40th year of life. I decided that it was time to start waiting for someone to be my travel buddy and embark on an adventure all my own.
By Tara James5 years ago in Wander
My Escape From Marriage to Mountain Views
When most married women think of their honeymoons, their eyes light up with memories of young love. What I remember brings no smile to my face. My husband, feeling secure that he now had the puss in the bag, lay in bed, and shared all the lies he remembered telling throughout our relationship. Now that we were married, he said, he could trust me with the truth. He then told me he loved me, rolled over, cuddled the dog, and slept like a baby.
By Alexis Chateau5 years ago in Wander
