As a solo traveler, I spent 36 delirious hours on a train headed to Goa, India, from New Delhi before driving more than a few hours across my native California alone.
That train ride was like an aptitude test: I was 18, on my first solo trip, and sporting a mild fever while faced with the iron language barrier, a ticketing mishap, questionable seating etiquette, and a car full of drunk navy boys who were disinclined to let me read in peace on the lying-room-only top bunk I’d been loosely assigned. If I could still manage to get off at the right stop, I told myself somewhere around Mumbai, I could do anything solo.