To be honest, I had been wanting to write about my brush with a few solo women travelers for quite some time.The thought was there but I wasn’t sure about its articulation.
I am using the word, ‘brush’ because never in my life had I expected to spend long hours with this set of people.
Friends, I had never even expected that I will turn a travel professional. Writing travel stories was all I knew.Never in my wildest dreams, had I imagined that I will take women travelers around in Delhi!
But as the knowledgeable say, one doesn’t have any control over one’s destiny. The same thing applied to me as well and here I am a full fledged travel professional who takes people around historical places in Delhi.
I will not be long winded so let me come straight to the point. I am just letting you know my challenges of handling the emotional outbursts of some of my solo women guests.
Confessions of solo women travelers
The Girl who sees ghosts
I am not joking with you when I tell you with all seriousness that this lady indeed communicates with spirits, ghosts, and other supernatural entities.
I first met, N, more than three months back after she responded to one of my event calls. She wanted to explore Delhi, particularly the abandoned places of the city. N was very clear that she wanted to accompany me alone.
N was very clear that she wanted to accompany me alone.
‘No other guests’, she insisted at the time of booking the tour. I made a feeble protest but then she was clear with what she wanted. ‘Fair enough’, I replied weakly.
When the trip began, she was absolutely silent. N was hanging on to each word that I spoke. She seemed to me to be quite an impressionable student. But I felt uncomfortable. I expect my guests to be vocal. If they don’t speak up, it means I am a boring speaker.
In the second hour of the trip, N began to loosen up- what she did, where she grew, her education etc.
I was mildly amused.
A life troubled
At the beginning of the third hour, her words had started coming out in a torrent
Separated from her husband
Deep into spirituality
As she vented her emotions, her trials, and tribulations, I did not know what to do.
I was at a loss for words.
Should I have probed her further?
Or kept silent?
Or just maybe placed a comforting arm around her shoulders?
The last option was simply not possible.
I was plain dumbfounded as she shared the details of her troubled marriage with me. She told me she had married of her own will and had gone against her parents. A couple of years down the line, she divorced her Aussie husband.
Took up the job of an air-hostess in a major airline. Rose to the top of her department.
Quit the job.
Became spiritually inclined when she thought she was hearing voices of her dead relatives.
The Karaoke Champion
V had landed from a foreign country and was on her way to Ladakh when she decided to explore the Chandni Chowk area of Delhi.
We met at a convenient point and began walking down the crowded alleys of Old Delhi. Unlike N, V was a quite a chatty woman. She quizzed me about the various run down buildings of the Chowk area, gazed at the attractive saris displayed in the shops and generally laughed a lot.
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A happy soul, I wondered to myself.
But was she a chirpy soul really?
I was in for some shock treatment.
V pretended to be happy. Like N, she too was separated from her hubby, had two grown up kids and worked in a foreign country.
Kids indifferent to her
Parents dead set against her divorce
SEXUALLY ABUSED IN CHILDHOOD
This time, I had readied myself for this kind of an emotional fusillade. Patiently, I heard all her outpourings.
She told me she was a Science topper in her school.
Met Barrack Obama as part of her MBA course
Was a Karaoke champ in her office
Worked in a Big 4 consulting company
I must say that these two outings with these solo women travelers have been kind of an eye-opener to me. But some questions still trouble me;
Do most solo women travelers escape their lives by traveling alone?
Just why do they trust a stranger ( in this case it was me) and share their precious secrets with him?
Do you have any answers?
And since you are here reading up to this, hopefully, a wonderful account of these two wonderful ladies, let me recommend a few blogs of some remarkable solo women travelers.