This is where your next chapter begins. I believe that Solo Travel Over 50 is for grown-up adventurers who have traded ego for experience and chaos for comfort.
On these pages, I share my own real-world stories and the hard-won advice I’ve gathered from decades of exploring. Whether you are venturing across the globe or simply pushing your own boundaries, you will find the inspiration you need to go it alone with confidence.
Naturally, we dive deep into the practicalities. I talk openly about solo safety, building travel confidence, and the planning tricks I use to stay organized. These are the honest details they often leave out of the glossy brochures, from navigating foreign transport to dining solo with ease.
Consequently, you won’t find mentions of crowded jungle hostels here. Instead, my focus is entirely on slow travel, smart choices, and ensuring every journey feels tailor-made for you.
Furthermore, I’ve learned that hitting the road solo after 50 isn’t just brave, it is absolutely brilliant. Let me show you how to make the most of this incredible freedom.
Bangkok makes you feel everything is happening at once, and most of it involves a motorbike. Ari, Thewet and Suan Phlu: where to base yourself if you would rather gather yourself first.
You do not need unanimous approval before booking a holiday. What to say when someone who loves you asks whether travelling alone is dangerous, without arguing or pretending.
Couples take turns. Groups leave someone with the towels. Travelling alone, the bag is your problem. Here is what actually works, and what only looks like it does.
Twelve years of packing the same things, refined by experience. My rule of seven, the shorts nobody mentions, and the difference between essential, useful and simply optimistic.
There is no official answer. Mine began with a 29 pound Sunday night in Covent Garden and ended up a fortnight in Kerala. Here is how to judge the right length for yours.
After 62 countries alone, I have learnt the best hotel is rarely the grandest. It is the one that makes the trip easier. Here is exactly what I check before I book.
An agent meets you at the aircraft door, walks you past 3,000 tired travellers, and has you at the carousel in minutes. Worth the money? Honestly: only sometimes. Here is how I decide.
An account of booking a solo cruise twice and going neither time, written by a man who spent his thirties working on the ships and knew every counter-argument by heart.
An honest guide to Talisay City on Cebu, the lechon capital I drove straight past: where to eat the roast pork, the coral stone church, the 1945 landing memorial and the independent cafes.
An honest, first-hand guide to Lapu-Lapu City on Mactan, Cebu: the airport city with a battle in its past, water better than its beaches, and a quieter side in old Opon.
No airport, no bridge, no cars. Just a boat to a quiet Andaman island with cashew trees, resident hornbills and one very strange driftwood bar.
A first-hand solo travel guide to Ko Tao, Thailand, for over 50s: where to stay, what to eat, diving versus snorkelling, safety, transport and honest notes from someone who actually went.
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