You should have in your possession a device capable of accessing any piece of information ever recorded or contacting any person on the planet.
If you want to make out with someone in Uganda, you can.
There’s no subtext here. Massive amounts of chocolate and alcohol.
If you don’t have real friends or an SO nearby, sometimes it’s easy to fake it. Walk into the local expat pub and buy everyone a round. You may never see them again, but it’ll save you from a lonely night.
The best distraction of all. Where do you think Walden came from?
There are several in every city.
Run until your legs pump battery acid. Cycle into the sunset. Hit the gym for the hours usually reserved for beers with the gang.
You have to be in the right mood, but you’re far more likely to meet people in a dirty, loud hostel than a quiet, sterile hotel room.
I understand why many people feel seasonal affective disorder most in winter, but for me, it hits hardest during autumn, when all I want is to sit in front of a fireplace with a cat.
Social media in general doesn’t help, because you’ll be inundated with pictures of couples and friends thousands of miles away.
You can cut your trip short and visit friends back home. You can forego a vigorous day of sightseeing and take someone up on their offer to binge watch Stranger Things. Sometimes the more social activity is the one with the least risk.
