Well, I decided to go ahead with it! Me. In Colombia from July 31 to August 9. I’ve never been to South America before.
I was invited to a conference in Cali, Colombia, but I had to buy the airfare myself. I went back and forth on this decision for a long time. I’ve traveled alone, but since I moved to Hawaii, I’ve kind of said that I’m going to hold out for this prince charming who wants to see the world with me and protect me from potential rapists and kidnappers. After a couple of shady encounters riding trains around India, I’ve been a little gunshy about going on my own. And in my sadness over being single, I haven’t thought I could stand to be asked if I’m married by the more family-oriented third world, where I am most certainly already a spinster.
But you see – I had nearly 100,000 miles left from the great long distance heartbreaker that was Mr. Faraway. I just need to spend them. Other girls might buy shoes, but I buy plane tickets. I cannot believe I’m doing it! (I’m totally terrified).
Does anyone know a good website that might connect single travelers?
Captain R wanted to backpack to Japan with me when he met me, but now that he’s gotten to know me, he’s retracted his offer, claiming financial difficulty. It’s becoming more clear that although I like him a lot, he really isn’t ready for anything, and I have to respect that.
Rant of the day: Feminism did what it was supposed to – liberate women. But it also seems to have set women up for a life with a lot of loneliness. Men just have no social pressure to commit to a girl anymore. So thanks, ladies of the fifties and sixties, for letting me do my PhD and travel to Colombia, but no thanks on not thinking out how to make sure men are still in our lives.