Personal Safety

The first time I told my mother I wanted to travel Sabah for two weeks on my own, she freaked out. She sat me down and recommended I go see a doctor...

After a string of unsavoury experiences, I’ve learned that public transportation really comes with its warnings.

These countries may be a tad bit pricier than your third-world favourites, but you can never put a price on safety.

No Miss Nice or Miss Trusting when you are in a foreign land alone. If you have been known to be an overly trusting person, stop that. If you are a helpless naive, maybe solo travel isn’t for you.

Nothing gets my pulse racing faster than the sound of a train whistle. I may not know where the train is headed, but knowing that it’s nearby and about to leave soon for wherever gets me excited.

I had an interesting experience while speaking on a panel recently. The panel was about travelling solo and I think there was a bit of a miscommunication as I'd thought it was a more serious panel but the audience was expecting something on the lines of "How to have fun while travelling solo."

I’ve never owned a car, nor have I ever driven one in the city. Buses, trains, taxis, I’ve used them all and what I can say is that yes, as a woman, while safety is a concern for me, I don’t think I would feel all that much safer not taking public transport.

They say travelling in Sri Lanka is the safer, easier version of risky India. Camilla, a Brazilian girl whom I met one night in this little island ferociously nodded at how true this statement was as she had just spent six months in India on her own.

Whether you’re an avid or aspiring traveller, you would probably have heard of Airbnb.

Love and sex are the two most desirable wants of human beings, and it can be either easy or complicated in any jungle or city in the world. KL is no exception.

There are a few places in the Klang Valley where you’ll generally get to eat, rehydrate and relax without the staring and sometimes, pointing. When in doubt

Depending on where you’re coming from, Kuala Lumpur (always called KL by the locals) is either orderly or chaotic. Those coming from neighbouring countries marvel at our ‘orderliness’; the fact that we actually stop at traffic lights, don’t normally run down pedestrians on zebra crossings and do not have hawkers clogging our pavements.