What happens in Karatu stays in Karatu. Until now that is! Unlike the other embarrassing tales I’ve featured previously on this blog, this one did not happen on a solo trip. And unlike Naija Nomad’s paragliding misadventure, no other person was affected. While on a safari trip in Tanzania, my sister […]Read More
Solo Travel Horror Stories: What Happens in Karatu, Stays in Karatu!
This story begins in a land far, far away. I was booked for a morning safari in Ranthambore. The safari was to start at 7 am but we were to assemble at the hotel’s reception 15 minutes before time. I had arrived at the hotel late at night after travelling […]Read More
In 2015, by chance and not by choice, I took my first ever solo trip around some parts of Europe. I never planned to do so but my travel partner couldn’t get a visa and we had paid upfront for train tickets (because they were cheaper at the time we booked […]Read More
I arrived at my hostel in Rome after an interesting ordeal getting there but even though I was the first one in the room, I didn’t have the first choice for bunks. One bunk was reserved for a particular guest. (PS: I didn’t mind this) She arrived moments later, slender […]Read More
The Beginning This story begins in a magical city filled with drinkable water from street fountains. It begins in the eternal city of Rome. A long time ago (June 2015), I took a solo tour around some parts of Europe. For my journey, I brought with me a single […]Read More