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Canoe Camping: Tips to Survive The Ultimate Physically-Distanced Adventure

If you haven’t tried canoe camping yet and are on the hunt for new physically-distanced activities, you may want to find a spot for it on your list of things to try before winter officially arrives. If you’re new to camping or prefer to spend your days relaxing along the lake, this may not be the activity for you – but if you love the outdoors, are moderately fit, and are craving an adventure, this could be your new favourite way to escape into nature!

I grew up camping with my family and had gone on a few weekend getaways more recently with friends, but a couple of years ago my then-boyfriend and I decided to up our game: we rented a canoe and spent four days paddling around Ontario’s Algonquin Park. For me, it was the ultimate getaway. If you’re itching to give it a shot yourself, here are some tips I learned from my first canoe camping adventure.

I’ll stop here to say that although this was my first time portaging, it wasn’t his. He was quite experienced with being in the woods, and already had all of the required gear (minus the canoe). If you’re not comfortable camping or using a map, or don’t have someone in your group who is, I recommend starting off with a smaller goal, like an overnight hike or weekend car camping trip. And when in doubt, go shorter (more on that in my last tip).

1. Get the Right Gear and Pack Wisely

Canoe camping requires a totally different approach to supplies and packing than car camping does. I went car camping a few weeks ago and loaded up the car with everything I thought I might need, extras of a few things, tons of food, and even a small table.

With canoe camping, you have to carry or paddle all of your supplies. It’s important to invest in gear that’s lightweight and easy to pack, as well as a couple of extra-large drybags to put everything in. Of course, this can be expensive if you’re starting from scratch. Borrow what you can to make it easier on your wallet (who thought getting lost in nature could be so expensive?).

We ended up having to pack, unpack, make decisions on what to leave behind, and then re-pack in order to get everything we needed for two people and a dog for four days and three nights into two bags – making sure we could actually carry the weight throughout our journey.

Of course, if you’re in bear country, make sure you have a bear barrel to lock food and scented items in (did you know bears are attracted to the smell of toothpaste?) as well as bear spray.

2. Get the Lightest Canoe Possible

You could argue that this falls under the above tip, but having lived through the experience I firmly believe this deserves its own tip. We rented a kevlar canoe from Algonquin Bound Outfitters, and the lighter the canoe the more expensive it is to rent. We went for the light-but-not-lightest model, thinking the few extra pounds wouldn’t make a difference.

They do. Splurge and get the lightest canoe possible.

3. Plan for Extra Time on Your First Day

If I could go back I would have planned to leave earlier to account for all the little things that take up time: stopping for gas, stopping for lunch, picking up the canoe, getting the truck unloaded and the canoe properly loaded… it all takes a lot more time than you think.

We ended up arriving at our first campsite on Stratton Lake just as the sun was setting. It was a short trip from push-off to the campsite, just about two hours total and only one short 50-metre portage (nothing that prepared me for the days to come), but by the time we set up the tent and got ourselves organized, we were eating dinner in the dark.

With a full day ahead and a sleepless night that first night (everything sounded like a bear in the woods) it would have been smart to get in and settled with time to relax that first day.

Canoe Camping photo by Nikki Gillingham
Photo by Nikki Gillingham

4. Don’t Overdo It

Being both relatively fit, we had a big day planned for day number two: Get all the way to the bottom of Barron Canyon. From our spot on Stratton Lake, here’s what that looked like:

  • A paddle to the end of Stratton Lake
  • An 80-metre portage
  • A paddle through St. Andrews Lake
  • A 550-metre portage
  • A paddle through High Falls Lake
  • A 300-metre portage
  • A quick paddle through Ooze Lake (easy to see where it gets its name when you’re there. Gross)
  • A 640-metre portage
  • An even quicker paddle across Opalescent Lake
  • A 750-metre portage
  • A paddle across Birgham Lake
  • A quick 100-metre portage
  • A paddle through Brigham Chute
  • One last 440-metre portage
  • And the final paddle through the Barron Canyon (beautiful is an understatement) and to our campsite.

We overdid it. Obviously.

Eight hours after leaving the first site, we got to our second campsite, set up the tent, made a fire, ate dinner, put out the fire, and promptly passed out.

In Algonquin Park’s backcountry, you book a spot on a lake, but the sites themselves are first come first serve. On day three we had only two options for campsites, and they were quite a ways apart from each other. Being exhausted from the day before, we only paddled and portaged for a couple of hours before arriving at the first site and, seeing it was empty, decided to stop for the day. 

View from the tent photo by Nikki Gillingham
View from the tent photo by Nikki Gillingham

5. Listen to Your Body

We woke up the morning of day four and, because we opted for a shortened day three, had another long journey ahead of us. This was supposed to be our last day in the park – we were heading back to the truck and home, but not before completing another nine portages and paddling across eight lakes.

The site we happened to be on was on the edge of the park – next to the main road that led to our starting point. And I had my running shoes with me.

It was too tempting to pass up. While he packed up the site, I ran along the road and got the truck. In about two hours, we were packed up and on the way home.

Of course, we felt like we cheated by not paddling our way out. But we also knew neither of us had it in us to make it through another tough eight-hour day. Since we had the option, the smartest – and safest – decision was to call it when we did.

Throughout the course of our trip through Algonquin Park, we saw only a handful of other people. In the backcountry, campsites are large and far apart from each other. This can be unnerving if you’re new to being in the woods, but if you’re truly looking for an escape, want to try something new, and don’t want to have to worry about COVID safety regulations, I highly recommend giving canoe camping a shot. As exhausting as it was, there’s nothing like a few days in nature to fill your cup and nourish your soul. You’ll come back refreshed and ready to plan your next adventure.

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A letter to my favourite country: We need to talk

As a traveller, South Africa is my favourite country in the world.

I’ve been there three times over the past two years as a solo white female traveller, including January to March 2020, and I already can’t wait to go back. I consider Cape Town to be my spirit city, I had the most life-changing journey in Kruger with Brett Horley Safaris, I leaned into adventure on the Garden Route, and I soaked in the magic of the Great Karoo. The vibes, the adventures, the landscapes, the views, the food, the music, the wine — check, check, check, check, check, check, check. All is perfect, or so it seemed.

I have found South African people to be some of the most hospitable, friendly, fun-loving people I’ve ever met. They are always up for a chat and know how to have a good time. You can walk up to a group of South Africans and within minutes you’ll be cheersing a shot of Amarula and elbows-deep in a succulent braai. South Africans will extend their homes, their food, and their love to you. Put simply: they are lekker.

South Africa is not the safest country in which I’ve travelled. It’s not the least corrupt. Or the most open-minded. But it is my favourite.

With the recent events opening up the world’s eyes to the realities of racism and our responsibilities in it, my idyllic life as a digital nomad in Cape Town feels worlds away. But as I listen, learn, and realize my ignorances in doing my part to fight racism after all these years, my mind keeps going back to my happy place: South Africa.

A lone giraffe in Klaserie Reserve, Kruger National Park. Photo:  Kellie Paxian
A lone giraffe in Klaserie Reserve, Kruger National Park. Photo: Kellie Paxian

It is our problem

When I was in South Africa I was aware there was an equality problem, but I glazed over it: “I’m a nice person. I’m not racist. These issues are so deeply rooted in their history: what can I possibly do? Not my problem.”

But as I learn about the underlying and relentless effects of systemic racism, my own unconscious biases, and racial microaggressions that I have been unintentionally guilty of, it’s becoming more and more clear that I will be conducting myself differently next time I return to my favourite country.

I’m replaying moments from my time there where racism floated right under my nose and I didn’t do anything to stop it. I’m ashamed of my ignorance. I am learning now that this is my problem. It’s the problem of anyone who isn’t okay with the effects of racism and inequality. I am making a conscious effort to constantly check myself, speak up, and do better. I would love to invite my South African friends to do the same. 

  • Storms River Mouth in Tsitsikamma National Park. Photo: Kellie Paxian
  • View of Camps Bay from Lion's Head. Photo: Kellie Paxian
  • All smiles in Kruger with Brett Horley Safaris

Is racism different in South Africa?

The spotlight is on the USA right now due to the unjust killings of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and many more, but racism holds the same definition across every country, which is the idea that a racial group is inferior to others.

My white South African friends are not strangers to being targeted because of the colour of their skin. They share stories of murders, theft, arson, assault, land grabs, and more, many at the hands of Black people. These actions are horrific no matter what colour your skin is.

But there is no such thing as racism against white people.

Historically and statistically, white people have reigned supreme. We hold the power and privilege. We are not up against centuries of systemic and institutionalized racism. So although we may be targeted because of our skin, we are not the victims of racism.

South Africa is no exception. If we’re going to talk about racism, let’s look at the country that most recently fostered racism by law.

Apartheid ended only 26 years ago. Black and Coloured people were shut out from white society, stripped of their rights, and made to feel inferior. With 75 percent of its residents being Black, that’s not something that a nation can bounce back from just because the apartheid government is now abolished. Things are far from equal. The effects of apartheid, of a history of oppression, are still visible in every thread of South Africa’s fabric today.

The white privilege in South Africa is glaringly visible. It’s in the township settlements, which are largely populated by the Black population. It’s in the elite jobs and positions that are held mostly by white people, even though they only make up eight percent of the country’s population. It’s in the crime and safety issues, where it is easy to point fingers at Black people, but not so easy to look deep into the past and current set-up of the country that led to this point.

Cape Town Promenade with Lion's Head view. Photo:  Kellie Paxian
Cape Town Promenade with Lion’s Head view. Photo: Kellie Paxian

Where do we go from here?

The world has been working on recognizing our ignorances and privileges and speaking up for what’s right. It has been eye-opening. It’s been hard. It’s been heavy. It’s been… well, nothing compared to what Black people have been experiencing for centuries.

I believe South Africa has one of the biggest challenges to confront as its racism is ingrained deeply and recently throughout the entire country. It’s going to take some major privilege checks, introspection, hard conversations, and affirmative action to understand the problem and implement solutions.

So for travellers like myself who love this country dearly, we must speak up. We must educate ourselves, educate others, have the tough conversations, donate to organizations fighting for Black lives, support Black businesses, read books, watch documentaries, confront our own shortcomings, do whatever we have to do — there is always more to do — but just don’t do nothing. Being not racist isn’t good enough; we must be anti-racist. The responsibility lies on everyone who disagrees with racism to fight it. There is no excuse for doing nothing.

Travelling is about meeting people from different nations, experiencing new cultures and ways of life. Next time we go to South Africa, or next time we travel anywhere, let’s keep a special eye out for the differences that make us unique. Let’s acknowledge them and speak up about them. Let’s speak about the Black Lives Movement and this exact moment in time. Let’s see how uncomfortable people get. Let’s make ourselves uncomfortable. We all know that travel is about getting out of your comfort zone, right? Let’s push for a better world.

South Africa, I love you. I want to grow and do better. I hope you do, too.

Table Mountain hike with Lion's Head in background. Photo: Kellie Paxian
Table Mountain hike with Lion’s Head in background. Photo: Kellie Paxian

Cover Photo by Kellie Paxian: African Black Oystercatcher with Rainbow in Plettenberg Bay

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How solo travel prepared me for self-isolation 

Once I returned from my first solo trip, I knew I had changed. It started with me sitting nervously on a flight to Vienna, butterflies swirling around in my stomach and desperately hoping to meet at least one person. Fast-forward a week later; I had travelled to Salzburg and Krakow, full of memories that included dinners, mountains, late-nights, and new friends. 

I returned from this first trip more confident, self-assured, and strong. It was refreshing to be in the driver’s seat of my own itinerary. More than that, it was heart-warming to learn just how approachable you become and how large the capacity to meet people is when you travel alone. This new discovery propelled me to more trips, stints abroad, and solo adventures. And each trip prepared me for the next; I learnt how to be a better traveller. 

Morocco Atlas Mountains. Photo: Lydia Klemensowicz
Morocco Atlas Mountains. Photo: Lydia Klemensowicz

My experiences with solo travel have also unsurprisingly aided in self-development, work skills, creative pursuits, and social circles. Little did I know that my lessons learned from travelling alone would be transferable to the current climate. Up until a month ago, I was living short-term in Morocco. COVID-19 quickly sunk its teeth across all borders and I was swiftly on a repatriation flight back to Canada where I immediately went into two weeks of self-isolation. But all my years of travelling alone equipped me with emotional endurance and strength. I never imagined these lessons would come in handy as much as they have during this global pandemic.

A broader perspective on the world 

Before I travelled alone, I lived in a bubble. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but when I was out of my comfort zone and in different environments, I became aware of the small space I take up. How humble my world all of a sudden felt in the midst of millions of interconnected stories. Before travelling alone, my blind spot was huge. Afterwards, I learnt how to open my eyes and see from another point of view. Meeting people from various cultures gave me a better grip on different realities. 

Finding myself in self-isolation, I was able to pivot my perspective yet again, because I had the hindsight of how helpful it is to acknowledge the world beyond one’s own biases. I was able to look at the bigger picture from a number of angles. I was worried and nervous about how everything was impacting my life, but so were my friends in Vietnam and Sri Lanka. I looked at how certain countries were handling it poorly and how other countries were handling it better. Having this broader perspective was instrumental in my daily check-ins during self-isolation. 

Confronting and accepting my own emotions  

Travelling alone makes it hard to distract from what you’re feeling. While you have a high amount of stimulating experiences at your fingertips, you’re simultaneously presented with opportunities to reflect on your past, present, and future. One evening, I could find myself socializing on a fun pub crawl that a hostel organized and contrarily be alone on a long train ride the next day. You’re always experiencing this constant push and pull of emotions. 

Solo travel has offered me transformational growth because I’ve had more space to show up for my feelings and explore them deeper, rather than giving in to distractions. In self-isolation, I still had a lot happening around me. News stories breaking, media erupting, and family checking in. Yet, I had a lot brewing internally. My solo travel experiences equipped me with the necessary tools to process my emotions and accept them. 

Surrendering to circumstances beyond my control 

Travelling solo, and travelling in general, will undoubtedly offer unpredictable speed bumps. Whether it may be a delayed train, a closed attraction, or getting caught in a flash flood, it’s nearly impossible to control your entire itinerary. Eventually, you learn that it’s best to succumb and adapt to changing circumstances rather than resist them. You save yourself a lot of energy. 

This was especially relevant when the uncertainty of time left in Morocco turned into taking a last-minute flight 24 hours later. Arriving in Montreal with the recommendations from health experts in mind prohibited me from seeing my family right away like I usually do; instead, I had to surrender to self-imposed isolation for two weeks. This scenario was not ideal but necessary. Learning not to let circumstances beyond my control negatively affect my mindset enabled me to move forward without resistance.

Adapting to different daily routines

One of the most novel, exciting, yet exhausting aspects of travelling alone is that every day is different. It initially felt like a shock to my system when the routines that I had become accustomed to as a student or full-time worker were thrown out the door. When travelling alone, you often find yourself waking up in a new city, having to plan what local transportation you might have to use, and where to get breakfast. It’s an adjustment, but this is also half the fun of travelling alone and something I quickly got used to. The more I travelled solo, the quicker I wrapped my head around changing bus schedules, new languages, and different currencies. Varying daily itineraries just became normal. 

The same can be said about self-isolating. My work is freelance and assignment-based so this is already heavily determined by clients’ needs and my own initiatives. My typical choices for food were dependent on what was in stock and I incorporated different workout routines and virtual calls that fit in with my own energy levels and the schedules of others. Even though self-isolation was its own kind of strange, I wasn’t immediately thrown off by a contrasting change of pace.

Connecting to family and friends virtually

Family facetine. Photo: Lydia Klemensowicz
Family facetine. Photo: Lydia Klemensowicz

My long-term trips and time spent living abroad have meant that I’ve gotten good at connecting with loved ones virtually. Specifically, as a solo female traveller, it’s important that I check in to give my family updates. Carving out time for a virtual hangout with a good friend or family member was a common practice for me throughout my solo travels. Not only did it keep the people that matter to me in the loop, but it grounded me. While abroad, I wasn’t always certain of when I would see someone in the near future. Talking to a good friend, albeit on a screen, and keeping in touch became extremely comforting. 

Similarly, during my two weeks of self-isolation, I knew how equally important it was to set out intentional time to connect with family and friends, and across numerous time zones. While many others were adapting to Facetiming loved ones they usually see in person, I was already accustomed to it. 

Asking for Help 

It’s easier to problem solve when you travel with friends or an organized group. You can quickly put heads together and can rely on teamwork to achieve certain goals. But travelling alone doesn’t provide the same luxury. You are a bit more vulnerable and have to sometimes trust your own instincts. I recall travelling through China alone and sometimes feeling like a deer in headlights with confusion. And although I have an independent soul and like to figure things out on my own, I’ve learnt that asking for help is often the best solution. Whether it’s asking for directions or general advice, asking for help when it’s warranted has saved me time, stress, and money. Sometimes I’ve even made a new friend. But more importantly, it’s taught me the balance of self-reliance and knowing when to seek support.

In self-isolation, I was quick to realize again how I couldn’t do everything on my own. I asked a good friend in Montreal to get my groceries for me. I asked the staff at my accommodations for laundry machine change because I didn’t have Canadian currency. Knowing that if you ask politely, people will generally want to help you has been a saving grace for me in solo travels and isolation. 

Being comfortable in my own company 

The difference between being alone and lonely was more recognizable once I had solo travelled. I used to think that solo travel meant you were always lonely. On the contrary, travelling solo armored me with this newfound self-awareness and I learnt how to enjoy my own company. I’ve met so many people while out on my own and I’ve made incredible friendships that I wouldn’t have made if I wasn’t travelling alone. At the same time, I was also having meals, visiting museums, and taking hikes, all on my own. 

What these experiences gave me was a deep sense of self-love and comfort with alone time when it’s available. I now thoroughly enjoy having time to journal, read my book, or just sit and observe the world around me without feeling like I always need company. In self-isolation, this strong sense of self was even more apparent as I was eating every meal alone or watching entertainment alone. Solo travel empowered me to develop a better relationship with myself and that ultimately resonated enormously in self-isolation. 

Working alone. Photo: Lydia Klemensowicz
Working alone. Photo: Lydia Klemensowicz

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One Magical Night on the Great Blasket Island in Ireland

I was frustrated when the Wi-Fi died. My trip to the Great Blasket Island was hinging on the availability of a small boat, and I was now unable to contact the owner. However, after a ten-minute jog to the harbour in Dunquin, I was welcomed on board – the result of a last minute cancellation.

But why was I so obsessed with staying overnight on the Great Blasket Island?

It has no Wi-Fi, warm showers or electricity, but this tiny island off the coast of County Kerry is incredibly important to the history and culture of Ireland. In many ways, this is also a case study and microcosm of emigration from Ireland and why the Irish diaspora is so large in America in particular.

With this in mind, I wanted to stay on the Great Blasket Island and imagine a time that we will never see again. I also hoped to discover what it might have felt like to live on the most westerly landmass in Europe and experience a lifestyle that was immensely different to life on the mainland today.

But you’ve got to go back many decades to really understand the magical appeal of the island…

Derek Cullen on the Great Blasket Island
Derek Cullen on the Great Blasket Island. Photo: Derek Cullen

About Life on the Great Blasket Island

You will find an upper and lower village on the island with a school, post office and community hall in between. While these buildings are now derelict, the rubble stone walls, square-headed sills and enchanting doorways are still visible to this day. What’s more, visitors can walk freely among and within these buildings, while imagining the old ways and traditions on the island.

However, the Great Blasket Island is most famous for the literary heritage left behind by the natives. That is to say, many famous writers and poets came from the island which became known as a birthplace for musical and storytelling genius. In fact, the locals only spoke in Gaelic (Irish language) but these books were translated and now used as part of the modern school curriculum in Ireland.

Aside from the above, there is also a surprising variety of wildlife on the Great Blasket with hares and puffins gracing the hills, and seals, whale sharks and dolphins in the surrounding waters.

Anyway, the point is, this island holds a lot of historical and cultural significance for Ireland. And if that’s not enough, the village offers a unique insight into a way of life that we will never see again.

The house that was on the Great Blasket Island
Photo: Derek Cullen

Abandonment and the Seductive Lure of America

In case you might be asking yourself, the Great Blasket was abandoned in 1954 when the population went into serious decline. More specifically, most of the youth on the island had emigrated to America and those who remained were unable to cope with the harsh demands of life on the island.

For instance, in times of emergency, there were not enough able-bodied people to row to the mainland. Similarly, the prospect of carrying out repairs, digging peat and sourcing food was a little too much for an aging population. But why was the pull of America so strong for the young locals?

Well, America seemed like a very exciting place to live. Most young adults on the island had heard about this land of opportunity and day-dreamed of the riches that might transform their lives. In other words, life on the island was enjoyable but often seemed far less exciting next to the fancy clothing, delightful food and bright lights of New York, Boston and Chicago. In the end, most of these young adults would take the same journey to America and inflict a significant impact on the population, not to mention the future of the island. Interestingly, it was easier for locals to reach New York than Dublin and the boat fare to reach the former was just £8 at the time.

Ironically, I was now obsessed with visiting an island that people my own age were once desperate to escape. And after boarding the boat at Dunquin, I was excited to explore this beautiful landmass.

My Wish to Sleep on the Great Blasket Island

Believe it or not, the home of Peig Sayers (a famous islander/author) is now a small guesthouse and the only operational building on the island. However, visitors are also welcome to bring supplies and camp overnight on the island and while there are no facilities for such guests, this was my choice.

Upon arrival, I walked from one end of the island to the other and stood at the most westerly point of Europe. With gulls and puffins flying overhead and stunning scenery in every direction, I couldn’t help but think that these young islanders had left a natural haven for a smoke and stress filled city.

Later that day, I wandered from one abandoned building to the next and marveled at the small spaces in which large families were able to live together. There was also something about these walls that felt haunting and yet so alive, and it was easy to imagine my ancestors huddled around the fire. I could also hear the laughter and stories and Gaelic tongue, a language that only survives in very small pockets of Ireland to this day. After dark, the seals were singing on a nearby beach and a deafening silence fell in between each chorus.

It really was a very different world and as I settled down in the tent that night, I read “Twenty Years a Growing”, I felt gratitude for this time capsule they call the Great Blasket Island. It was far from the busy streets of the mainland and even further from America but it was as close to a forgotten time in Ireland into which a mere mortal could venture. It’s true, there was no Wi-Fi, no warm showers or no electricity and at that moment, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

 

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Why Rwanda is a great destination for solo female travelers

“You’re going there… alone!?”

“Is it safe?”

“Won’t you be scared?” 

Solo female travel tends to generate questions of safety, regardless of the destination. It is often believed that a woman travelling alone is inherently dangerous, prompting solo female travelers to evaluate potential risks and safety measures. However, most places around the world are relatively safe as long as you take certain precautions. Furthermore, what most consider as dangerous can be heavily conflated with misconceptions and stereotypes. 

When I visited Rwanda as a solo female traveler, I was pleasantly assured by how secure I felt, and empowered by how confidently I was able to move around this beautiful country. While Europe is a viable first option for women looking to hit the road solo, East Africa, and more specifically Rwanda, should be not be overlooked. Here is why Rwanda is the next best destination for solo female travelers. 

Photo of Lydia Klemensowicz In Rwanda
Photo of Lydia Klemensowicz In Rwanda

 English is a common language

While Rwanda’s official languages are French, English, and Kinyarwanda, English is widely spoken and understood, easing communication on the ground. When travelling alone, and especially as a woman, it undoubtedly aids to have minimum communication barriers. You may need to ask questions or take local transport, and you’ll definitely want to have plenty of conversations with locals. It relieves some stress and pressure knowing you will be able to travel without a strong language barrier. Better yet, if you speak French as well, you may be able to use a bit of it in Rwanda!

Small and safe

There is not an overwhelming amount of ground to cover in Rwanda. Generally, it takes around four hours to get from Kigali to any end of the country. This makes it easier to travel to various parts in a short period of time. It was very easy to just show up at a station, get a ticket, then be on a bus within the hour. More importantly, Rwanda is a very safe country. Regardless of whether you are in Rwanda or any other part of the world, you should take precautions as you would anywhere travelling alone. Take little valuables with you and always let someone you trust know of your whereabouts. During my time in Rwanda, I never felt unsafe or threatened. 

Accessible transportation 

Rwanda has very effective local transportation options, including express and private buses. The international airport is located in the capital city, Kigali. The main bus station in Kigali links to spots all over the country with affordable buses leaving frequently to various destinations. If you want to easily get around the city of Kigali, a common method of transportation is a moto-taxi. This mode is efficient and cheap, getting you from point A to point B without a hassle. Don’t worry — the drivers should always have a second helmet for you and if they don’t, just get the next one. 

Friendly locals

Rwandans are incredibly friendly. Whether it is your barista, tour guide, or bus driver, they are quick to offer help and guidance. When I visited Rwanda, I couch-surfed with a woman in Kigali around my age and quickly befriended the neighbors in her community, sharing food and dancing under the stars. Every day was pleasant as I was constantly being greeted with smiles and curious questions. 

National progress 

While the 1994 Rwandan Genocide leaves a stark imprint on the country’s history and present, it is also very much in the past, leaving devastation behind to the best of its ability as the nation paves a road of growth in the economy, government, education, and women’s rights. Progress is still being made, but the country has certainly made great strides and visiting as a tourist helps contribute to one of their biggest industries. 

 Large expat community

There are many other foreigners in Rwanda, including expats and travelers. While you may travel there alone, you will not necessarily always be by yourself. Especially in Kigali, there are well-known social events offered at many bars and restaurants where the atmosphere is conducive to meeting like-minded individuals. 

 Solo-friendly activities

Whether you have money saved to see the famous mountain gorillas, you want to learn more about women’s social enterprises or Rwandan history, there are several amazing tours and attractions that will quickly fill your itinerary. I definitely recommend making a visit to Nyamirambo Women’s Center, which offers classes and tours entirely guided and owned by local people. If you are looking for an all-around adventure, consider taking a tour with Go Kigali where you get to visit some must-see spots and some hidden gems you wouldn’t otherwise know about with a local guide. This also presents another great opportunity to meet new friends on your tour!

Coffee shop culture

Coffee shops are a comfort for the soul, as well as for solo female travelers. Whether you need a space to recharge or want to learn more about the coffee industry in Rwanda, you can explore the coffee shop scene to your heart’s desire. Not only does Rwanda grow delicious coffee beans, but they have also grown impeccable coffee chains and cafes. There are several quirky and cozy coffee shop options to feed your love of caffeine and learning. Check out Question Coffee while you are in Kigali!

Rwanda coffee shop photo 2
Photo: Lydia Klemensowicz

Beautiful scenery

The mountainous ranges, sparkling lakes, and quaint rivers are worth a trip on their own. It becomes even more special when you are travelling alone and experiencing the present moment with heightened awareness. Your jaw will consistently drop as you zip up and around through the mountains on a bus or moto-taxi. I was quite enthralled by the breathtaking landscapes around every corner in Rwanda, especially on the shores of Lake Kivu to the west. 

Something for everyone 

Regardless of the travel experience you are seeking, Rwanda has something for every solo female traveler. There is a plethora of food, activities, and experiences that can fit every interest and budget. Even more, it’s a great gateway to explore more of East Africa. You’re in for an experience you will never forget! 

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Lessons I’ve Learned Since Becoming a Digital Nomad

Becoming a digital nomad is the dream lifestyle for many people nowadays. This shouldn’t come as a surprise. The idea of being able to work while sunning yourself on a beach, sleeping in and not starting work until midday or whenever you want are very appealing to the vast majority of us. But while digital nomadism might seem to be the pinnacle of work satisfaction, there are plenty of things that must be considered before taking the plunge to become a digital nomad.

I’ve been a digital nomad for three years now and I can confirm that it’s certainly a fantastic lifestyle. I go pretty much where I want, when I want, and I get to set my own schedule. I have what is seemingly the perfect lifestyle. However, there are certain things that I’ve learned about digital nomadism that I should have given more thought to. Here are some of the things I’ve discovered over the last three years.

It’s not as glamorous as it looks

For many years there’s been a general impression that traveling for a living is a glamorous activity. Maybe it’s because of the money aspect. Historically, only the most affluent got to travel the same way digital nomads do today. Of course, in the age of low-cost airlines and more destinations being opened up all the time, the world has gotten much smaller and more and more people can trot around the globe on much less money. However, no matter how much travelers regale others with stories of 20-hour journeys on cockroach-invested coaches in South-East Asia or staying in hostel dorms with 20 other people, the idea still sticks.

Beds in a hostel dorm room
Inside a hostel room

Digital nomadism is subject to the same belief that traveling is glamorous. If you’re living in a different place every month and able to make a living while doing so, it is understandable that your lifestyle is high-flying and glamorous. What I realised is that living a digital nomad life actually requires a lot of organization. When I’m constantly on the road I have to sort out my journeys and accommodations in addition to plan my work schedule around them, which is easy in principle but not so easy in practice. There’s also the issue of making sure I have a good Internet connection wherever I’m going to be. For the purpose of ensuring a Internet connection and saving money I will occasionally stay in hostel dorms with dozens of other travelers. So there are many factors that actually stop digital nomadism from being that glamorous.

You have to work f***ing hard

Probably the biggest realization I’ve had since becoming a digital nomad is that it’s not more play than work. I definitely thought that I’d have far more free time when I made the switch to a lifestyle of travel. Of course, how much free time can depend on a number of factors. Some digital nomads are employed by companies and have contracts that guarantee a salary. Others, like myself, are completely freelance and have to compete for work. Although I’m currently never short of clients, it’s always in the back of my mind that there may be one month where I don’t have a sufficient amount of work. So I work. A lot! All to make sure that if that day comes, I’ll have some back-up funds to help me along. That’s not to say I don’t have time to enjoy myself and that I never sleep late, but I definitely work harder now than I did when I was in a regular job.

Constantly at work writing with a laptop and coffee

It’s incredibly frustrating at times

As the name suggests, digital nomads rely on the Internet to work. Aside from various personal qualities (like binge-watching a show on Netflix), it’s our most valuable working tool. Imagine how frustrating it can be to lose Internet connection when you’re in the middle of a call from home or a show’s climax when the internet connection cuts out. Then imagine how frustrating it is when you’re unable to send off an important document. That is another challenge I constantly face. I generally have to head to out to find a local cafe or bar with internet access, which, depending on the location, can be a job in itself.

Another frustrating this is that the constant moving around is not always conducive to a good working environment. Getting settled into a new place can take time and this obviously has an effect on concentration and motivation. Then before I know it, I’m off again and the whole process just repeats. Knuckling down to work when I’m tired after traveling takes a lot of willpower, but it’s something that I’ve got much better at.

Laptop in coffee shop

You need to make time to be healthy

Traveling is often a time of indulgence. People generally eat more on holiday, they drink more, and tend not to exercise so much as they would back home. Frankly, I’ve never been into sports and I enjoy a drink or three. So I didn’t work out and I enjoyed many libations during the first couple of years as a digital nomad. In the past year, however, I’ve realized that I need to start taking better care of myself if I’m going to continue this nomadic lifestyle. Traveling on planes and other transport can deplete one’s energy so it’s important to be in tip-top shape. Over the last couple of months I’ve made significant changes in my diet and I exercise routine so I can be my best self – physically and mentally – for both my work and traveling.

It’s one of the best things I’ve ever done

Despite all the frustrations, the long working days and the mild boredom that can come from spending days in front of a laptop, becoming a digital nomad is still one of the best things that I’ve done. It’s given me the freedom to go wherever I want and the flexibility to take on work that I find interesting, not to do something just because I’m told to. I’m not constrained by a mortgage, a nine-to-five job, or bills to pay. I can choose my own working space, whether that’s my current accommodation, a cafe or a bar. I’ve learned to be more organized with my time, how to motivate myself when I’m not particularly feeling up to working, and I’ve also started taking better care of myself. My life has changed for the better since I became a digital nomad so there’s no way I’d go back to a more conventional one.

Like any kind of lifestyle, being a digital nomad comes with its ups and downs. I probably should have given more thought to the reality of the nomadic lifestyle I was choosing versus what I wanted my new adventure to look like, but I have no regrets about making this lifestyle choice.

Woman reflecting on the side of a mountain.