This trip was a reminder that you don’t need grand plans or Instagram-worthy itineraries to have a good time. Sometimes it’s enough to walk slowly, eat well, cancel things without guilt, and read a quiet book that mirrors the trip itself.
Three weeks of yoga, meditation, work, and spontaneous adventures. Unlike Malaysia, where solitude defined my days, Bali was all about movement, connection, and rediscovering what felt good. It wasn’t about escaping, it was about finding a new rhythm.
This wasn’t my first solo trip, not even close. I’ve spent years traveling alone, eating at restaurants by myself, exploring new cities without needing company. But there’s something about spending your birthday alone in a foreign city that feels different. Not necessarily bad, just… noticeable.
After hours of walking through lush forests, across suspension bridges, and along winding mountain paths, I found myself completely immersed in the natural world of the Himalayas.
2 years ago (July 2017), I went for a 10-day Vipassana meditation course in India and left on the 6th day. In August this year, I went again and completed…