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  • Writer's pictureCharline Ribotta

The Hardest Thing About Traveling (Solo)

Updated: Jul 27, 2023


I’ve always been surrounded by many people in my life. I’ve got a very big family, especially my dad’s fam (big Italian family). My grandad has fourteen siblings -I let you imagine.


So we’re always (too) many people together, talking about everything and anything, loud, unified, trying to find silly excuses to reunite and to laugh.


Since my youngest age, I’ve always been the most extrovert in the class, clowning around and telling jokes nonstop. I’ve got a very peculiar -and probably annoying- sense of humour I love to tease my friends with.


Laughing is my fav activity and making others laugh my biggest reward.


So you can imagine that this solo expedition is a special one in my extroverted life. I do not bond with anyone anymore, I tend to be very selective, probably because I enjoy my own company very much. Sorry, but this is the truth and it feels so damn good to breathe on my own.


Even though I met many people during this expedition, very few of them marked my heart forever. Actually, less than five.


Amongst them: Chris & Betsie, my Namibian parents. Something unexplainable happened between them and me. Something I cannot even explain nor understand.


They represent so much in my life and I cannot wait to share more of what we experienced together. Namibia broke me a little with the bad incidents and they saved me, they healed me, they recalibrated me.


The hardest thing when you travel (and alone is definitely even tougher) is to say goodbye and to have no idea when you are going to see them again.


When I left Chris & Betsie as well as a few others, my heart cried.


But I was so blessed to have met these souls I will never forget. Thank you to be part of my life.


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