What was it that helped you decide to go it alone? What were the pitfalls? What surprised you about it? Would you do it again? Let me know - I am a solo traveller again. I started back in the late 1980s by hitching a ride onto a ferry to find myself walking across France, hoping to pick grapes and to escape a depressing situation in my late teens in the UK. After a few months, I ended up in Switzerland building a hotel before Christmas arrived and I became homesick. But, for much of that solo journey, I had never been so alive, so close to the edge, so in tune with my instincts to survive to find a way to discover myself. Here I am, kids raised, all grown up and left home years ago; and once again I am travelling solo around Europe initially and now the UK (rediscovering the land of my birth after 20 years living mostly on the other side of the globe). And, now as a permanent nomad over these last 3.5 years, I think I have found the perfect lifestyle for me in my late 50s: Challenging and ever changing as I move every month or so to a new location in the city or more likely the countryside - and always my students travel with me - my glue keeping me focussed, on track - every day of the week for a few hours a day I seem normal - whatever that means.