After a day eating deliciously cheap seafood, I decided to check out some other beaches recommended by the hostel. The next day, I stocked up on fruits, nuts, and water and spend the day hiking along dusky paths through shrubs, thorns, and rocks to get to Livadi Beach about an hour northwest. The beach is eh, but the time was well spent as found a very beautiful and secluded cove with huge rocks to do some cliff diving. Times like this mean combating the isolation of slow solo travel. With no wifi or people to talk to, I often find myself embracing my childhood imagination, which can feel ridiculous at forty-one.
People that know me, would never consider me an introvert, but I’ve learned to embrace the alone time as a time to reflect life. As I’ve aged, I feel a transformation from a person who always had to be in the mix to someone who enjoys these kinds of private moments. One can learn a lot about oneself when you have no distractions. For example, the voids we may be feeling can be seen as torment or lessons to strengthen us.
Back in Himare with sun down, the main focus is getting your grub on and their best restaurants remain packed. Being solo, I prefer to grab food to go and retire to the hostel. At least there, I can find other solo travelers to chat with over my meal or download my day in my journal. Since, I’m without a guide book, it’s a great time to research the next leg of my travels. Overall, Himare was a nice little beach town to spend a couple days, but decided that another full day in Himare would mean less time at the end of my trip, and since I still had four more countries to travel through in three weeks before I caught my flight back to Mia i, I knew it was time to head out. I decided to take the earliest but and try to get to Macedonia before the end of the night.