Reflections of a solo traveller

GradLife McGill

Summer. The period of the year in which Canada isn’t mostly covered in snow and ice. The period of the year in which you generally need light clothes, and thus you can fit three weeks worth of clothing in your suitcase or backpack, while in every other season you would fit only three days. The period of the year that spells V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N, at least for a few days. Yeah!

To me, this means mostly one thing: Solo travelling. I remember with a certain amount of emotion the first time I went on vacation all by myself: I was in my early twenties, I had been working for almost one year, and I could finally enjoy about a week of Interrail pass* across England and Scotland in the Fall. The idea of travelling by myself sounded weird and somewhat reckless, both to me and to the people I was sharing…

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