When that last big wave hits me in the face and the undertow pulls me in the water long enough to make me gasp for breath, I struggle to remember which way is up. When wave after wave makes me fall off the board. When I’ve paddled hard for what seems like hours but haven’t moved an inch because the current is pushing me further and further out to sea. When the sun is harsh on my back. When I have muscle pain in body parts that I didn’t even realize had muscle.
Traveling is essentially the same. As a female traveler, so many things could go wrong: Missed flights, unwanted male attention, eating the wrong kind of exotic delicacy and spending the holiday mostly from a toilet seat perspective. To name a few of my misadventures:
What travels and travails have you experienced?
The Sole Sisters are dying to find out.