Travel is never a matter of money but of courage. -Paulo Coelho
And if you are an Indian (especially a girl), travel is a matter of your parents’ permission too. Fear of safety and their inability to believe that their children are grown ups stop them from letting us go. And then there is “Log kya Kahenge?” (What will people say?). Luckily for me, my parents never paid attention to what others had to say. The poor souls were only traumatized by the thought of sending their daughter for a solo trip.
Yes, Solo! Are you shocked too? Then let me answer the question: Why solo travel? At 5 I wanted to be a doctor, at 10 a model, at 15 a CEO of a company and now at 22 I have no freaking clue about what I want to do in life. The only thing that has remained constant all these years is my dream to travel. There has always been this desire to know about different cultures, cuisines and places. I must say that the very idea of doing all the aforementioned things without an itinerary and all alone in a new place is equally thrilling. That’s why solo travel.
So where were we? Ah! Permission. Well! It took around two years to convince my parents that I am ready to go for a solo trip. Once the permission was sorted, they were more excited than I was. A quick search listed quite a few places safe for female solo travelling. Since I was keen on going to the South, I chose Pondicherry.
Travelling without an itinerary doesn’t mean you do not do your homework. Although there was some amount of web search involved. I relied more on the inputs given by people who had visited Pondicherry before. I found them to be more useful than the ones given online.
After all the preparation it was time to execute the plan. I took a flight to Chennai and thereafter a bus to Pondicherry. Once I reached my destination, I hired a scooty even though I was advised against it. Why? I wanted to be independent and also the auto rickshaw drivers there can really put your bargaining skills to test. I do not have any bargaining skill, forget putting one to test. Hiring the scooty turned out to be the best decision of the trip.
Riding the scooty in the unknown lanes of Pondicherry made me feel like I am on the top of the world. For the first time in my life, uncertainty did not scare me. I felt like a free bird that is INVINCIBLE. It was the out of the world feeling, I was waiting to experience.
Pondicherry has a few places to visit which can be easily covered in 2-3days. I first visited the famous Sri Aurobindo Ashram followed by Manakula Vinayagar Temple and a church in the French quarter. Both the temple and the church are architecturally beautiful. One of the highlights of the day was having waffle at a French Café. The waffle just melted in my mouth. The soothing music and the ambience were like icing on the cake. Oh! How I wish the time stopped there.
I had reserved the second day for Auroville. I did not take the bus but instead decided to drive 15km. Well! You know why? Auroville is a very peaceful place. The ever smiling residents, natural beauty and the Matrimandir make the place even more beautiful.
There itself on Auroville main road, I had some mouth watering pizzas at Tanto.
After spending good three four hours in Auroville, I headed back to Pondicherry. The 15km ride back did not dampen my spirit. I later visited the botanical garden and another church.
On the last day, I had some yummy croissants at Baker’s Street. It was followed by loitering around in the French quarter and a trip to the Paradise beach.
Before the trip, for me solo travelling meant knowing different cultures and cuisines. But a solo travel isn’t only about sightseeing and eating alone. It is about meeting different people as well. In my three day stay in Pondicherry, the only thing I liked more than the scooty ride and the food was my interactions with new people.
These wonderful souls taught me so many things. The Spanish guys taught me it is never too late to pursue your dreams. Then there was a couple at my guest house with whom I spent hours talking. My interactions with them taught me even though we have stark differences in our cultures, the basic human behavior is same everywhere. And how can I forget the locals, who helped me with directions and when my scooty just wouldn’t start.
At the end of the trip, I found myself to be happy from within after ages. I was bit more confident and loved myself a lot more.
* This story was previously published on Ekla Chalo.
About the author:
If Shalini was paid a penny for every time she over thought, she would have been a billionaire by now. Apart from living in her dream world, she loves to travel, blog and dance. This is Shalini’s first outing as a guest write for WanderfulWeekendz. Do check out her blog Ekla Chalo for more stories on solo travel and girl power.
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