Prior to doing an out-of-the-country solo journey, solo travel for me is tantamount to fear, isolation, risky, worry and boredom.
Though these concepts were at the back of my mind, my journey in Turkey was actually my third solo travel abroad. And one highlight of this Turkish adventure was my visit to the Turkish cotton cloud known as Pamukkale.
It has been a month yet I could still recall the exhilaration, joy and awe by the beauty and magnificence of Pamukkale. This huge and weird looking and shimmering show-white limestones along the mountain slopes are are such a view to behold.
And while I explore the rugged terrain on what Turkish believed to be solidified cotton and dip my feet to the warm calcium-rich spring water that drips slowly to the mountainside, I could hardly believe I was able to get there. This made me realize that solo travel for me now is synonymous to independence, freedom, inventiveness, self-determination, creativity, self-indulgence and boldness!
Kung ganyan kaganda, okay lang mag-isa. Pramis!