How To Make Friends as a Young Solo Female Traveller

I know, I’m doing a double take too. A travel post?! From me? What kind of crazy day is this? When I originally started this blog, I wanted to use the space to share lots of travel stories and tips, but found myself feeling a little sad whenever I started trying to write them. I was in a place where all I wanted to do was get on a plane somewhere and explore. And I couldn’t. But I think I’ve realised that now, and feel in a better mindset to positively talk about travel experiences, rather than wistfully. It also might have something to do with the fact that I’m going on some pretty epic travels in June… I’m getting pretty excited, not gonna lie.

Anyway, that is for another post. Today I want to talk about making friends. More specifically, making friends whilst travelling. I’m going to be honest here: this can be a tricky game to play. Trying to balance having fun adventures with the safety alerts going off in the back of your mind can be tiring. But I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t have to be ridiculously complicated.

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What I Learnt From the Hostel Snorer in Sydney: Travel Experiences

There’s a lot you can learn about yourself when lying absolutely and totally awake because someone in your hostel dorm room snores. This is a harsh truth I discovered on perhaps my fourth day in Sydney, seven weeks into travelling and on the precipice of the emotionally-taxing journey to find work, a place to live and friends in a new city.

Up until that point, I had mostly managed to miss out on the hostel experience, living a life of luxury some of the time and in situations more isolating and grimy other times. This included a friend’s family home, a room in a stranger’s suburban house, a tent pitched in the humidity of a Hawaiian farm and a whole floor (bathroom included) of a family friend’s cousin’s house. I’ll let you work out which of these fall into the luxury category and which of these fall painfully short of comfortable.

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Moments in Sydney: 101 Words of Gratitude

From July to November 2016 I lived in Sydney, Australia, in a room I shared with two girls I met in a hostel. I had moved out there alone and it was my first time solo travelling; as you can imagine, this was a period of intense ups and downs. The further I get away from those days, the more they become tinged in nostalgia and the more I want to hold onto those months I spent abroad.

I thought I’d write a short gratitude piece about some of my experiences there in a similar style to the 101 words I shared a few weeks ago about appreciating the January sunshine. In that post I mentioned how acknowledging small moments that make me happy in day to day life is one of my goals for 2018, so today’s post will be a paragraph of appreciation for my Sydney travel memories.

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13 Things I Learnt During My First Week Of Manual Photography

I just arrived home from a week’s holiday exploring the windswept landscape of Wales and thought that now could be an apt moment to talk about one of the hobbies I spent time developing whilst I was there: photography. I’ve had an interest in taking photos for a long time, which snowballed over the years as I picked up different cameras: first a basic point-and-shoot followed by another, slightly better one, then polaroid and film cameras, and in the last couple of years a DSLR.

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Moments from the Mountains: Black and White Photography in Wales

The other day I was tagged in a black and white photography challenge by Mary, so thank you so much for that, I really appreciate it! The rules of this tag are supposed to be: post seven black and white photos over seven days, which don’t include people or explanations, and to tag a new blogger everyday.

Now, I really like that idea but I also have some posts planned for that time, so I thought I’d modify the rules slightly a lot, to fit my blogging schedule and also my current Welsh travels. Instead of the rules listed above, I thought I’d share with you all my favourite black and white photos from the first few days of my holiday in Wales, and then tag some bloggers to get involved with any kind of version of this tag that suits their style.

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Escaping to Wales: Memories from the Mountains

If you follow me on Instagram, you will have seen that I’m currently on holiday in Wales, a place that holds many of my warm, nostalgic memories. I’m spending a week here, specifically in Crickhowell, in a cosy rented cottage surrounded by mountains and the comfort of a small-town demeanour.

I’ve always felt an affinity with Wales, perhaps because my name derives from Welsh, but probably more due to the multitude of muddy, wind-whipped memories that have become woven into the fabric of my youth. I’m very much Southern English, from my accent to my love of the South Downs, coast and London, but I’m pretty sure at least a couple of my bones are built from Brecon mud and that my character’s been whittled into shape by the wild Welsh winds.

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What It’s Like to Backpack During the Festive Season – Blogmas Day 11

Let me set a scene for you: stormy drives along winding roads, dramatic peaks and valleys of lush greenery, sandy beaches, fog-shrouded deserted towns, new friendships, sleepless nights in noisy hostels, lakes that look like mirrors, mountains that look like stock photos, free drinks, cheeks red from the wind, a glacial hike, sandwiches for lunch and pasta for dinner, a new place everyday, t-shirts and sea spray.

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