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Last Updated on 23/12/2020

In a couple of hours, I will be boarding a flight to Athens. Yes, I am writing this in between jumping up and shoving nearly forgotten items into my bag. I’m one of those travellers who always tries to be impeccably organised with a good old traditional packing list and it’s all well and good but I still end up running around in the end and wondering if I really will survive without another pair of shorts, and are three pairs of shoes too much? It makes it easier packing a carry-on but once you start packing what you assumed to be a modest set of items and space starts filling up very quickly you start to wonder if well, have you overdone it?

Last-minute packing palaver aside, I’m on my way to a very Greek holiday in the sun. It will be ten days of absolute bliss (fingers crossed). I have to confess that this time I’m not travelling solo although I’m still very much a champion of it. In fact, travelling with someone else, this time my boyfriend, has made me love solo travel more (but don’t tell him that). I mean, you don’t have to rely on anyone else to get ferry tickets if it’s just you, do you?

How *not* to plan a trip to Greece and other news - woman standing in a street in Greece with her back to the camera.
Greece circa 1999

Travelling solo makes you forget that everyone has their own way of planning trips. Some people, like me, like to have all the main bits booked so you don’t have to stress about them. Others prefer a more let’s just wing it approach and prefer to wait until a fair bit of cajoling has taken place. It’s maddening but all part of the fun, right?

I chose to go to Greece for a number of reasons, mainly because it’s Mediterranean heaven, absolutely stunning with a fascinating history. The food is delicious and the people are friendly too. I actually visited the country with my family when I was minuscule, probably about five or six and I have such vivid memories of the place. I celebrated my birthday there and I remember Kostas, our friendly moustachioed waiter bringing over a cake as we sat outside on the patio a mere few metres from the sea.

A girl playing in the sea in Greece.
The whippersnapper of yesteryear

So now nigh on twenty-five years old, I decided to go back there to celebrate my birthday and make fresh new memories. I also thought it would be a good location to come to terms with the fact that I am no longer that tiny care-free child but a fully-fledged adult with responsibilities. I guess you could say it’s a symbolic coming full circle thing.

We’re doing a casual spot of island-hopping with a modest set of islands before spending a bit of time on the mainland. I will divulge my itinerary in due course and no doubt I will have some tips and tricks about Greece coming shortly (probably something along the lines of “how to travel with a partner if you’re a solo traveller”). In the meantime, I had better finish my packing and get to the airport before I ramble on too much and leave something crucial behind. Catch you on the flip side!


Thanks for reading,

F x

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