As a solo backpacker, you’ll probably fall in love at least once, more than likely twice…maybe even three times. Free from the stress of your job, from expectations, from inhibitions, it will be a giddy, fantastical, quickly consummated, single serving of love.
It will also end as quickly as it began.
We drank together at the bar. Back at the hostel, we commandeered the common room, hooking up on the giant socializing beanbags, exaggerating drunken moans, shedding clothes, proving to ourselves how far away we were from home.