Solo Female Travel: My First Unplanned Adventure & What I Learned

For some, being a female solo traveler may sound impossible and even a little intriguing. It raises questions about safety, courage, and the experience of being alone in an unfamiliar place. But let me tell you this: even a petite girl like me found the confidence to travel alone, and it turned out to be one of the most liberating experiences of my life.

Actually, my first solo travel wasn’t meticulously planned. It happened almost by accident. At the time, I was working my first corporate job in Manila, a city that never seemed to slow down. My job wasn’t particularly demanding in terms of workload, but my presence was always required for monitoring tasks and emails. Basically, I had to be there—not necessarily because my expertise was indispensable, but because my role required visibility. Nothing more, nothing less.

One day, I was unexpectedly granted a one-day leave, just a week in advance. While many would see this as an opportunity to relax at home, I felt restless. I longed for a break, not just from the office but from the structured routine of my life in Manila. So, I reached out to some friends, hoping to plan a short trip. Unfortunately, everyone I knew was tied up with their work schedules. Most of them worked onsite, with no flexibility to take spontaneous leaves like I had.

Instead of staying home and letting the rare opportunity for adventure slip away, I turned to the internet, as I often do when seeking inspiration. That’s when I stumbled upon a travel blog written by a woman who often traveled alone. She shared her experiences, tips, and even detailed itineraries. Her stories resonated with me, and before I knew it, I was following her itinerary, packing my bags, and preparing for a trip that I never anticipated would change my outlook on traveling—and even life itself.

Since I was going alone, I knew I had to be practical about my gear. A good backpack, comfortable clothes, some snacks, and most importantly, my tripod—because how else would I take good photos when there’s no one around to do it for me?

My chosen destination was an almost-remote island town. A place that seemed untouched by modern chaos, where the sea met the sky in perfect harmony. But there was one catch: electricity was scarce. The island relied on solar power and generators, meaning that after sundown, artificial light was a luxury only a few could afford. For someone used to city life, the idea of a place with limited electricity was both fascinating and slightly terrifying.

I took a boat to the island, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The ride itself was a journey—watching the waves crash against the boat, feeling the salty breeze against my skin, and anticipating the unknown adventure ahead.

Upon arrival, I was greeted by the simple beauty of the island. There were no grand hotels or luxury accommodations—just small lodgings and a community of warm, welcoming locals. The people were kind, their way of life slower and more peaceful than anything I had known in Manila. It was refreshing, to say the least.

I spent my first few hours exploring the island, taking photos, and just immersing myself in the surroundings. The beach was stunning—soft sand, clear waters, and a sky so blue it looked surreal. As a solo traveler, I quickly adapted to doing things at my own pace. I didn’t have to wait for anyone, adjust to group plans, or worry about whether others were enjoying themselves. It was just me, my thoughts, and the beauty of the island.

As night fell, reality set in. The island grew dark, the hum of generators filled the air, and I suddenly realized that I was in an unfamiliar place with no one to turn to if something went wrong. It was unsettling. What if something happened? What if I couldn’t find my way back? What if someone took advantage of the fact that I was alone? These thoughts ran through my mind, but I reminded myself that fear was part of the adventure.

I stayed the night at a small homestay run by a local family. They were incredibly hospitable, offering me simple home-cooked meals and a place to rest. Their kindness reassured me that I wasn’t truly alone—I was just in a different place with different people, and that was okay.

The next morning, I woke up early to catch the sunrise. It was breathtaking. Standing on the shore, watching the sky burst into hues of orange and pink, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It was in that moment that I realized why people choose to travel solo. It wasn’t just about seeing new places—it was about discovering yourself in the process.

As much as I wanted to stay longer, transportation on the island was also limited. Boats only traveled back to the mainland at certain times, so I had to make sure I caught the next available ride. Before leaving, I took a few more photos with my trusty tripod, capturing memories that I knew I would cherish forever.

Looking back, my first solo travel experience was both thrilling and humbling. It taught me independence, self-sufficiency, and the importance of stepping out of my comfort zone. Sure, it was scary at times, but the freedom it gave me was unmatched. I didn’t have to rely on anyone’s schedule, compromise on plans, or worry about others’ expectations. I was free to explore, to make mistakes, and to learn from them.

Solo traveling as a female comes with its challenges. Safety is always a priority, and being cautious is non-negotiable. But at the same time, it’s empowering. It proves that you don’t need anyone else to create unforgettable experiences. You are enough. Your presence, your curiosity, and your willingness to embrace the unknown—that’s all you need.

Since that first trip, I have continued to travel solo whenever I get the chance. Each destination brings new lessons, new encounters, and new stories to tell. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the world isn’t as scary as we sometimes make it out to be. There are good people, beautiful places, and endless opportunities for adventure—if only we have the courage to seek them.

To anyone who has ever considered solo travel but hesitated because of fear or uncertainty, I say this: just go. Plan wisely, stay aware, and trust yourself. The best adventures often begin with a single step outside your comfort zone.

And as for me? Well, this was just the beginning of my journey.

Here are some of the best shots I took that day:

(All you need is a tripod to get this shot!)

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