How I Learned to Love Solo-Travel

I didn’t travel anywhere by myself until I was twenty-two. And then I spent a year as an international hobo. Now I travel alone all the time. For work, and for pleasure. There is too much I want to do and see to wait for the perfect travel buddy.I like solo travel now, but it can still be hard — one morning in Hong Kong recently I ate some poorly labeled peanut sauce, had an allergic reaction, and then got ripped off by a corrupt cabbie.