Category Archives: Solo Travel

Koh Yao Noi and reflections on the last day of work

Koh Yao Noi, hammock, thailand, laptop, digital nomad, location indie
This hammock/laptop situation sold me on Digital Nomadism.

1/18/2017

I’m posting these entries a bit out of order but the significance is minimal.

Koh Yao Noi

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Lounging in a hammock in Koh Yao Noi, Thailand is surreal, yet feels quite natural. Gorgeous palm fronds sway in the breeze just a few feet from my bungalow.  Deep cerulean water and forested limestone cliffs scream with quiet beauty in the distance. More . . .

Koh Lipe and all its beachy pleasures: Solo travel

beach, white sand
Paradise. Koh Adang, Thailand 2017

1/9/2016 — with edits.

It’s my first full day in Koh Lipe. It’s brilliant here. Turquoise water, clear to the depths. Ivory sand, soft to the underfoot. And no crazy party scene; just a handful of fun little bars to choose from after 11 pm.

Confession: I had to rip myself from swiping on Tinder to write this post.

Solo Travel Tip: Tinder morphs into a friend-meeting app while traveling!

Of course, you can still use it for casual sex if that’s what you are into I suppose, but it’s a handy way to meet buddies for trekking, drinking, or just to grab a bite. More . . .

On Bangkok, Part 1

1/9/2016 – with minimal edits

My jet lag fog is finally dissolving today, my 5th day in Thailand.

Weekend #1 was spent in Bangkok, a city that’s grimy in a manner vaguely reminiscent of NYC in the 90s, with less crime and less opportunity .  A dull film of dirt  grays slightly worn facades, furthered washed out by smog.  Garbage occasionally floats down the street in the wind. From what I’ve heard, the smog isn’t as bad as Chinese cities but it’s a smelly step down in air quality from New York. More . . .

How to love being alone and mitigate loneliness

Lonely puppy, or the floor is cold and its 97 degrees out.

11/26/2016 – with a few edits.

Felt a bit lonely wandering the streets of Camdentown tonight.

Being alone is part of the human existence. We are born alone, we die alone, and ultimately we spend a great deal of the time in between searching for human connection.

Sometimes, under the guise of this noble quest for connection, what we actually are trying to erase or minimize is loneliness. However, if one of our most basic human instincts is to connect, it seems inevitable that we will fail occasionally. No one is perfect. More . . .