Solo Female Traveller: Table for One

I am what many people call “an independent woman.” I take care of myself (most of the time) and have no qualms about doing stuff on my own. Since I was young, I have preferred to do stuff without help from others.

When I was 20, I decided I would move to Hawai’i. I was encouraged to go and make sure it was a place I could live. So I went on my first big trip by myself. I stayed in a hostel and made friends and did what 20 year olds did. A month after I turned 21, I moved to the Aloha State completely on my own without knowing a soul out there. I managed well enough.

21-in-hi  North Shore, Oahu, 200something, my first visit to Hawai’i

When I was 25, I decided it was time for another move. I would move to Thailand to teach English as a second language. Three days before my 26th birthday, I packed my bags for the 3rd or 4th time and I boarded a plane. The first leg was delayed, causing me to miss the following 3 flights. I arrived in Surat Thani on a lovely monsoony afternoon, greeted by my new roommates the eve of my 26th. My first morning in Thailand was my birthday. During that time, I traveled to the Maldives completely on my own. I couchsurfed for a few nights and then found a nice local atoll to crash on for a few days. I couldn’t afford to stay in a fancy resort (although all inclusive) and it isn’t like many people go to these romantic locations on their own. I saw an opportunity, and I took it. I had a lovely stay at the Dhonvali View on Maafushi. The staff was amazing and set me up on dive trips and other atoll visits, and included all meals for me, set up on the roof overlooking the ocean.

That is the moment I realized the downfall of traveling solo: I would be eating alone. The staff would occasionally join me and chat with me about life and whatever. Sure, it allowed me to gather my thoughts as I ingested some local cuisine and gazed upon the desert waters. But I was eating alone.
In Maldives, when I eating alone, it really wasn’t so bad. I didn’t mind really at the time. But I didn’t quite realize how many meals abroad I would eat in silence.

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Not a bad place to be stuck.

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Rooftop dinner for one.

The latter half of my 20s has/was spent living in Korea. While there, I took a trip to Boracay on my own. I got myself a nice quiet room for the first half of the week and met with a friend for dinners or random travelers for lunch. A fruit shake for breakfast wasn’t a big deal for me on my solo journey.
It was the end of my trip when I booked myself a nicer resort with a fancy pool and buffet that I started experiencing the Maldives sensation, squared. I remember stepping up to the host and the lady greeting me with “Hello, miss. Table for 2?” Confused, I saw behind me was a man. We laughed awkwardly for a moment as his wife walked up and I replied, “Just me. This guy is taken already.” I don’t know if what I saw in her eyes was embarrassment on her part or for me. She sat the other couple first and then proceeded to make me wait while she found a tiny table in an obvious part of the room. It was the table anyone who has worked in a restaurant knows. THE table that doesn’t get seated unless desperate. They put me at the desperate table.
But being the proud and independent woman I am, I held my head high, straightened my posture and ate like a champ. The next day, as she walked me to the same table, I asked to be seated elsewhere.. a little less obvious. My wish was granted and I was put into a corner. Damnit. Whatever, the food was fucking incredible.

This is something I have been enduring for a decade. I know the motions and have learned to take it with a grain of salt… but unfortunately, it’s a bit harder without the tequila and lemon.
Quick flashfoward to today, September 16th in Hoi An, Vietnam. I am on a solo trip in a beach town at a nice hotel & spa. It’s my first breakfast buffet here. I cannot fucking wait. I walk up and I see the dining room is full. There are barely any seats. I tell the hostess “Just me” and she looked confused. “Table for one, please.” Fear or shock, or both?, filled her eyes and she looked around for a table or a place to waste on a single woman. Then she smiles and says “Follow me, please.” So I followed her through the dining room. I kept trying to find that table that I knew she would place me at, but this dining room didn’t have one! Whaaaaaaat? She took me through the dining hall and OUTSIDE TO THE POOL. Where a nice square table set for 2 was set. Next to a crying Asian child. Next to a couple who were soaked from swimming. Next to people in their bathing suits.
She tried to put me outside. Then, as if to embarrass me further, she asked if I was with the gentleman near the door who was waiting for his omelette. Deja. Fucking. Vous. Nope. I replied in my sweetest before-10am venom-dripping voice. I am by myself. I am eating alone. I would like a table with the rest of the guests, thank you very much.
“But miss, there are no tables.” So I went inside and found a long table that had 8 seats. The 4 corners were occupied by 2 separate couples. I walked up and said “Excuse me, is one of these free?” Silent nods. I sat down. “But miss!” said the hostess. I sweetly glared at her and said, “Why yes! I would love a coffee, thank you so much.”

And that is how I started my day.
Solo travelers, especially women, be wary of eating alone. Not because of someone drugging you (although, yes be wary of that), but because assumptions are made and you are better than whatever the assumption is. Find your spot and sit in it. Then proceed to make a mess and eat like a big, leaving bits of jam on the table for them to have to clean up. Actually, try to eat like a lady with a little self-respect.. but definitely leave a bit of jam on the table.

 

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2014 Resolutions: The Final Review..

2014 is almost over. In my head I say, ‘Thank goodness.’ But it hasn’t been a bad year. It just wasn’t a great year. I made a resolutions list for the first time in my life and I think it’s time to do an honest review of how things went….

 

2 – The minimum amount of new countries I will visit (Taiwan and Japan)japan sushiborocaylips
—Goal Achieved, although I didn’t visit Taiwan. I made it to Japan (twice) and Philippines.

0 – My goal for a credit card statement.
— Goal (mostly) Achieved. I have enough to pay it all off and went to do that yesterday, when I noticed a charge of $577 from Hertz (when I had already paid $580 to Hotwire for the car rental). That charge is being disputed. So, stay tuned.

1 – attempt a 5KIMG_3137
— Goal Achieved. I ran my first (and maybe only) 5K in April in Gyeongju at the Cherry Blossom Festival. I did not run the entire thing, but I did a pretty good job of running most of it.

4 – days a week of working out… (unless I can make it more.)
— Goal Failed. 😦 I was doing well the first half of the year, then I had hernia surgery in August and haven’t been to the gym since. 😦

20 – have sex at least this much (it was a bad couple of years)IMG_1832
— MAJOR FAIL. LAME. 6/20 …. I can’t even begin to explain this one. But thankfully, I now live in Seoul and have a Tinder account 😉 Let’s see what happens..

14 – lbs to be lost by 2015
— MAJOR FAIL. STUPID. I have gained 20 lbs in 2 years. I am ashamed and disgusted. The hernia surgery did put a damper on that for a bit. But this year will be different. I am losing that shit.

201 – times I talk to my family
— Definitely accomplished. We talk on the regs.

2-14 – Run two miles in 14 minutes ((I’m a really bad runner))
— Definitely FAIL. I stopped running after the 5K. 🙂 I am not a runner. my boobs are too big.

2014 – smiles (hypothetically)
— I don’t know how this one went. I honestly feel that I may have failed on this one. I am so good at stoney face. Hopefully, more smiles will come in the future.

 

I accomplished 4.5 out of 9 resolutions (the half being the smiles). Look for the 2015 resolution list soon!

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