I used to be proud in being able to adjust my travel style to whoever I traveled with. And if people asked me then what I liked to do, I would simply throw the question back at them. 

If I was with people who just wanted to relax – lie down, get massages, and go on a food trip, count me in. If an itinerary was planned from dawn until midnight, I would still be keen. And even today, I could and I would. 

But I didn’t know what I preferred until I had to travel alone. And that started a few years back. I had a trip with my family to Hong Kong. And I was left alone on the last day. 

I remember feeling so restless that I couldn’t just chill and stand still. I needed to do something. 

I recall sweating while climbing the Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery. I was disgustingly covered in sweat but I felt fulfilled and accomplished.

Fast forward to my days in Fiji. While I wouldn’t mind enjoying the beaches, getting drunk on alcohol, and sipping all the kava, I just didn’t have the time.

Would I want to do that? For sure! Are there other stuff I prefer doing? Yes!

I began my days at 7am. I squeezed in every single activity or sight that I could. 

I remember flying back to Sydney on a late afternoon. And even on that day, I hired a driver. This made me see the bits of Nadi I haven’t seen in the most efficient way possible. Immediately after, I went straight to the airport.

Not everyone prefers this pace. And in some ways, it feels like a race. But this is my journey. And as I firmly believe, there is no one way to travel. 

I feel relieved that I know what kind of solo traveller I am. I can ruthlessly prioritise. I spend more time doing than deciding. And I am at peace with the trade-offs… and there are always trade-offs!

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For places I visited in Nadi, you can follow this link.

The trip to Nadi happened on May 2023.