There’s a kind of magic in the women we meet on the road.
They may begin with a casual hello, but then something deeper happens — you move from surface-level chats to real, open-hearted conversations.

I’ve found this to be true throughout my travelling life.
These may be brief, but they are real. A true connection of aligned hearts.
These special, on-the-road conversations remind you: you’re not alone on this path.
There are kindred spirits all around you.

The last 20 months of travelling have blessed me with a wide range of beautiful conversations, instant heart-to-heart moments, and new friendships.

In Morocco, I met a kindred spirit I’d only connected with online. I didn’t know her before, and now she’s woven firmly into the tapestry of this midlife chapter.
I reconnected with someone from home — another kindred spirit, even with 20 years between us.

It was during these few days, enjoying these friendships in Morocco, that the beauty and strength of sisterhood really hit home — and I became fully aware of its importance in, and throughout, my life.

But it’s not just Morocco.
And it’s not just travel.

This awareness stretches across time and geography —
To women I met in my 20s on my first travel adventures.
To friendships formed in Australia after emigrating there.
To the incredible new sisters I’ve connected with through online travel groups.

The thread that binds us all? Each woman has been travelling her own road, chasing her own freedom, creating a midlife chapter on her terms.

Conversations & Connections

I’ve had so many open-hearted chats in the last few months, with both new and old sisters.
We’ve talked about heartbreak, joy, the gift of travel in our lives, new beginnings, tough times, and finding strength in adversity.
We’ve laughed, cried, and been in wonder at the strength of our connections — some beautifully unexpected, some built over years.

We’ve talked about how our purpose has evolved in midlife.
How we feel stronger and more connected to ourselves.
About the intentional, and sometimes unintentional, changes we’ve experienced through our travel experiences.

These connections have reminded me of the power of sisterhood.
That whilst on this midlife path we sometimes require solitude, it’s also shaped by the community and connections we create around us.

The women I have met on my travels leave me in awe and mirror back to me that curiosity and thirst for experience.
A shared passion to learn about people, culture, food, the human experience.
A respect for both our similarities and our differences — the full rainbow of life.

Signals & Sisterhood

It’s the women online who I’ve never met, telling me that something in my story sparked their decision to book a flight.
It’s the shared laugh over breakfast when one of us appears in our inside-out chill dress (you know the ones, ladies… extra love if it has pockets).
It’s the nervous giggle exchanged after doing something slightly mad, both of us wondering aloud if it was wise (and no, I’m not just talking about wandering into an unfamiliar neighbourhood while chatting too much — though yes, that happened too).
It’s the smile and knowing nod from a fellow solo female traveller — a mutual recognition of wonder, freedom, and becoming.

It’s the unspoken understanding that we’re all, in some way, in the middle of a wonderful, glorious moment of self-love and metamorphosis.

The Women Who Met Me Where I Was At

This 20-month journey hasn’t just been about places — it’s been about people.
And more often than not, it’s been women who’ve reminded me of who I am.
From laughing in rickshaws with Argentinian women in Hampi…
To a shared lunch and warm hug from a local woman on a train in Kerala…
To trekking through Vietnam with a hilltribe guide, exchanging stories of family and culture.
From inspiring female solo travellers in their 70s still saying yes to life…
To quiet, everyday moments with girls, guides, and beach sellers.

Each of these friendships has held this truth:
The bonds we form with our sisters, wherever we find them, are real, and fundamental to our understanding of womanhood and connection.

The Circle I Didn’t See Coming

One of the most unexpected blessings has been founding the Solo Sister Travel Facebook group.
What started as a space to share travel tips has become something more. It has formed a meaningful digital circle of encouragement, humour, support, inspiration, and real connection.

Who’d have thought it? Incredible really.

Women I’ve spoken to across time zones, from different corners of the world — all united in their desire to explore, expand, and grow.
Some are already rooted in their midlife power.
Others are just stepping into it.
All are on the path — and it’s beautiful and humbling to be a part of their journey.

In a world where traditional communities have scattered, where we move for jobs, for love, for growth. We choose our new 'families' in the form of these beautiful sister friendships.

Freedom to Be Ourselves

We’ve often been taught, subtly and overtly, to be demure, responsible, grateful to have a voice, to accept what we’re given.
To feel guilty for wanting more.

But when we travel — especially alone — something changes.
That voice inside that says... “this is what I want, this is how I want to live” becomes louder. Unapologetic.

It might come in the form of a new friend who mirrors your story back to you.
It might come in the moment you say, “Why the f** not?” and go for it.
Or in the peace that comes when you say no — without guilt.
Or yes — without needing to explain.

That’s freedom.
And maybe it doesn’t even require a trip, maybe it just requires space.
Space to hear your own voice. To connect. To choose yourself.

Here’s to the Ones…

So here’s to the ones who walk beside us — even if just for a little while.
To the chosen sisters and soulful strangers.
To the unexpected guides and lifelong friends.

I am thankful that each sister I’ve met along the way has added a unique thread to the story of my life — I’m grateful for them all.