I never liked travelling alone. Not because of my safety or any other reasonable concern, but because I always considered it to be a social activity, an experience to be shared with friends. Whenever I'd met solo travellers, a weird mix of admiration and pity would form inside me. I would listen about their adventures and envy them, but deep down I thought they were just weirdoes with no real friends.
I had that feeling until I started earning my first money. At that point, all the dream places slowly started becoming realistic options. And suddenly, excuses started replacing all the plans previously made with my friends.
Eventually, after spending my student days for the most part sitting at home instead of travelling, I started looking at things in a different light.
My first solo trip was Dresden, where I met more people than in the whole year of living in Norway. Ever since, solo travelling helped to shine a whole new perspective on understanding myself and life in general, and opened my eyes in more ways than I can count. Sure, I would still prefer travelling with someone, but at some point, you just realise that waiting for others will get you nowhere.
This photo was taken during my last trip. The locals didn’t understand why anyone would spend Christmas in Gdansk - alone. In their eyes, I was that weirdo.
@SonyAlpha 7R + @ZeissCameraLenses 16-35 f/4 @ 27 mm, f/5.6, 120 s (@LeeFilters 10-stop ND filter), ISO 100