THOUGHTS OF A SINGLE, FEMALE TRAVELLER

The locals are always curious towards me because though I carry the resemblance of an Indian, they are not sure where I’ve come from. I am like a puzzle for them and only a few have deciphered my true origin: Sri Lankan. I am darker than average and my features are indistinguishable even considering the myriad of ethnicities that exist in most places that I visited. I get stared at all the time by men, women and children alike. Sometimes they ask where I am from and the answer I have now become accustomed to giving is “Canadian but originally Sri Lankan”. This seems to satisfy their interest until they realize that I am travelling alone which sparks a series of questions that follow. To be travelling alone as a female and having the opportunity to do so for such a great length of time is bewildering. They are always keen to help and never have I felt pressured or uncomfortable. I feel confident and safe, no matter where I am  or the context I find myself in. Looking like what I refer to as a domestic tourist definitely has its advantages. More than often I can avoid the foreigner rate. I can eat with my hand, which makes the cuisine taste like what it really should. Best of all, I’ve got the immediate shoo-in with the locals! I also soon found that there are many advantages of being a single, female traveler. On a few occasions I found myself on the back of a motorbike being whisked from one sight or attraction to the next with nothing asked in return except for my company and conversation. They are eager to know where I come from and where I am going. The talk is never shallow. It is insightful and interesting and no matter the differences, there is never judgment but always understanding. One thing remains constant – I am growing. I’ve changed by not changing at all.