As the sun rose above the ancient temple of Angkor Wat in Cambodia, its ornate towers silhouetted against the brightening dawn, I felt my heart soar. It was a moment of pure delight that most people would surely want to share with a loved one. But I was all alone, backpacking solo in south-east Asia – and I couldn’t be happier.
I breathed a deep sigh of contentment and watched the rosy sky turn golden.
This solo adventure two years ago wasn’t during a gap year after school or university. Neither was it a post-divorce journey of self-discovery a la Elizabeth Gilbert’s
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