Is your family more freaked out by solo travel than you are? Maybe they’re trying to convince you not to go, hitting you with a bunch of horrifying news articles, or stopping you from going at all? Follow these steps and you’ll be on that plane in no time!
If you’re reading this, you must be planning on travelling by yourself and omgosh I’m so excited for you and you’ll have the best time. Ever. Ever ever. Buuut you’ve probably realised there’s a lot of information to wrap your head around (when’s the best time to book flights? Should you get an international money card?) – it can be overwhelming, so I’ve broken the hard bits down for you to make it all a bit easier to digest.
I meet the five other housemates. One is fixing some of the electrical wiring while standing on a disused fridge, another is frantically sweeping the floor apparently on my account, and the rest are sitting in what seems to be the central living space, burning down an enormous trompeta – a great big dooby. One Love by Bob Marley is playing in an adjoining room.
I was really excited at the prospect of entering Tallinn, so I don't want to be a wet blanket and rain on my own parade or anything, but if I'm being really honest, I'd have to say navigating the Estonian public transport system at 7am after a 16-hour bus ride from Poland was not something I enjoyed doing. And I enjoy most challenges.
It’s both comforting and surprising to know that tourists generally don’t die in Iceland. Beautiful as it is, most of it looks like the opening of an 80s horror film. You get out of the car, look around at the magnitude, splendour and isolation of the place, and think 'well, this is how I’m going to die'. It’s like the opening of The Shining.