Solo Travel In Central America

My recent decision to move to Panama for fourtime and space between us became a reality.
months sounded quite a bit like my decision to move toAt the Albrook bus terminal in Panama City, Panama, I
Costa Rica for six months, or to Chile for five. I madestared in awe at my surroundings, which stared right
all the travel arrangements on my own, including aback at me. "What was this little American girl doing
stopover in Costa Rica to see my boyfriend. But whenalone in such a big place?" they questioned. I was
it came time to say goodbye after spending threeobviously not an intimidating sight, and found it quite
weeks with another human being at always by side, Isimple to get help from others. A taxi driver dialed my
felt a sudden unfamiliar anxiety about venturing off onfriend's phone number on a public phone for me, a
my own to a new country.guard watched my bags as I used the restroom, and a
Traveling alone comes with many ups and downs. Infellow passenger offered me a ride to my new home.
our daily lives we rely on friends, family andLuckily, I was able to decline that offer as my new
co-workers to get us through our days. We oftenboss rolled up, as if on cue, to where I was standing in
overlook how interwoven our actions andhis white ford explorer with a huge smile on his face
accomplishments are, and how our surroundings definedespite the early morning hours. And I knew that
who we are.everything was going to be okay.
As I was sitting alone at the bus terminal in San JoseBest friends or recent acquaintances, we are never on
during the two hours that the bus was delayed, Iyour own in this world unless we choose to be.
started having fears of crossing the border alone withTraveling "alone" may allow you to forge your own
my life packed away into two large pieces of luggage.unique path, but there will always be someone nearby
I wondered how I would find my to-be-co-worker in anfor you to fall back on. You just have to get used to
unfamiliar bus stop the next day; and how would I passaccepting the varied forms in which these people
16 hours on a bus alone? Longing to crawl back to thecome. You never know your own limits, until you take
warm, protective arms of my boyfriend, I boarded thatyourself out of the comfort zone, forge new paths
bus and watched as my decision to put 16 hours ofand let yourself rely on a stranger.