I took this photo on my very first solo trip. I had been living in Japan for about 3 months by then, and was ready to explore the country some more. It was autumn and I heard the foliage in Kyoto should not be missed, so I packed my bags, booked my first hostel, and embarked on a whole new lifestyle that hasn’t stopped yet.
Even after 14 years, I still remember the trip clearly. Google Maps was not a thing yet, and I had taken the right bus in the wrong direction. It took me half an hour to notice I wasn’t going where I intended, so I changed my plans and headed to the Golden Temple a day early. The temple was crowded and did not glimmer since the sky was cloudy. I was somewhat disappointed, since I much preferred the reverence inspiring Kiyomizu temple, with its subdued simplicity.
After leaving the temple early, I decided to walk the 2 miles to Arashiyama, where I can supposedly see the most beautiful fall colors. This was definitely no disappointment. I had gotten there just in time to see the leaves in a multitude of unnamable warm shades, covering the entire mountain range stretching far beyond where my eyes could reach. As I enjoyed my solitary walk through a small park, I saw this family of three and couldn’t help snap a photo, right as the husband caught me. I smiled apologetically and hurried away, not wanting to further intrude on their happiness.
Unlike later solo trips, I didn’t make the effort to meet any travelers. Traveling entirely alone was a refreshing experience for me, and strengthened both my confidence and my desire to see more of the world. While I love sharing memorable moments with friends and family, these solo trips allow me to reflect on where I’ve been, define where I am, and most importantly, figure out where I want to go next.
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