“Will you be okay on your own?” the driver asked me, pulling to a stop.
“I’ll be fine, thank you.”
I’ve been doing this for long enough.
I yanked my backpack off the back of the buggy and wandered over to the little tent that was mine for the next five nights. I’d been solo traveling for months…
This piece was inspired by the many conversations of my travels.
The distant coastline falls beyond the view of the pier from the boundary of the hostel. Behind the partition, hands are burdened with wrinkled beer cans and tobacco ciggies littered with weed. The drunken party promises of new-age nomads from the distant kitchen sound…