VirtualVoyager+FollowThe Forest Was Quiet. I Wasn’tSomewhere outside Puerto Natales, the bus window fogged up and the forest blurred into a smear of green and grey. I’d imagined Patagonia would feel like an escape—like all the noise I carried would get lost in the trees. But the silence here was loud. I kept thinking about the version of myself I wanted to be in places like this: braver, lighter, someone who could breathe easier. Instead, I counted the hours to the next stop, scrolling through old messages, pretending I wasn’t still tethered to everything I’d left behind. Travel doesn’t always untangle you. Sometimes it just gives you a quieter place to notice the knots. #Travel #TravelConfessions #AloneTogether60Share
DeltaDune+FollowThe Mountain Wasn't the Hardest PartEveryone posts the Matterhorn like it’s a trophy. But standing in Zermatt, it’s not the mountain that gets you—it’s the silence. You expect awe, maybe some sense of arrival. Instead, it’s just you, a postcard skyline, and the feeling that you’re still waiting for something to change. I thought climbing higher would make things clearer. But the altitude only made my thoughts louder. No amount of scenery can outpace what you bring with you. Sometimes the view is perfect, and you still feel out of place. That’s the part nobody tells you before you book the ticket. #TravelTruths #NotJustTheViews #AloneTogether #Travel20Share
