40-something solo tripster
As if 44,000 deaths wasn’t devastating enough, this week we passed a grim milestone.
A hundred days of lockdown.
A hundred whole days.
A hundred days of, thankfully, still being alive and well.
A hundred days of taking care of ourselves and one another.
In my previous post I was pondering how to carry on writing a travel blog without actually being able to travel.
It’s fair to say that there’s a certain irony at the moment, in creative terms at least. More time to harp on but fewer experiences to tell you about. Indeed, as the weeks go by, I have been worrying that I might start to run out of things to write. I have also been concerned that quite a lot of what I have been saying – particularly about myself – has been rather negative.
But I love my Sunday afternoon outpourings so for this post I decided I’d try something different.
Here’s a question:
How do you write a travel blog when you’re not travelling, not planning to travel and don’t want to give out the illusion that you either are doing or will be doing?
Well after all that self-absorbed and self-indulgent hullabaloo in my previous post it’s time to get back to business.
Solo Travel.
What’s Solo Travel going to look like in The New Not-Normal?
The answer is…. Not-Solo travel. In fact, Not-Travel at all.
