There has been a huge debate whether or not it is safe for a female to travel solo. I have always been on the opposing end, even years before I decided I wanna travel the world full-time. Yes, there are dangers out there, prying on the weak and the foreign. I experienced it first hand in Vegas, even in the comfort of my American friends. But limiting a person on what to do and where to go just because of being the physically weaker gender is unacceptable. And I am one of the many female, who can defy these odds.
It is addictive. Traveling the world is addictive. Traveling it so solo is much more. Bali is a solo-female-travel-friendly destination among anywhere else, or so does all the bloggers say. It is safe, cheap and reliant. I endured almost a 20 hour flight from Canada to Indonesia, with a mere 12 hour layover in Manila. It was enough for me to go home, unpack and pack, take a shower and snooze. But who was I to complain? I’d rest after I see the world.
Yet I went here mainly to relax and meditate in my own private villa with a warm flower bath and a sensual Balinese massage.
I went on the usual Eat, Pray, and Love (which was the very movie I watched in-flight MNL-DPS) itinerary on my first day. Amidst the usual Bali Swing, renowned terraces and sea of greens – it is the Tirta Empul Holy Spring Temple that struck me the most. These includes two purification pools with 30 water spouts which the Hindus believed to cleanse their souls and purify their spirits. I was lucky enough to avoid tourist flocks, and had the whole pool to myself. There I reflected, prayed on each sprouts, and truly made peace within myself. No words nor photograph is enough to defend the tranquility I felt at Tirta Empul. It was in fact comparable to the moment I signed a Manifesto at my Christian church 7 years ago, with Hinduism guiding me instead. Picture me singing and signing a Manifesto to God that I would remain modest and pure until the right day comes. Ah, my cute 16 year old self.
The rest of my days were then spent with Precious. An old friend back in my hometown who coincidentally happens to solo-travel to Bali as well (which is why I would like to reiterate how we, females, can indeed travel on our own). Upon learning we were in the same city, we decided why not meet up. Meeting her might have been as a spontaneous as it could be, but I tell you all our photos were mere planned and modeled. It was fun playing dress ups, posing in a real fujifilm camera (as opposed to my usual #iphoneonly shots) and mingling with people. We even rode a motorbike with Indonesians on our way back to the hotel one night after we drank Merlot at Alila Seminyak. Now that is how one experience culture like as if it is palpable.
Now you see, if there’s one thing I learned about traveling solo – it’s spontaneity and adaptability. And that is something I would definitely take with me for life.