Co-working spaces for digital nomads: great idea or scam?

Co-working spaces for digital nomads: great idea or scam?

I discovered the world of co-working spaces in Asia for digital nomads in 2015. At the time, I just came back from one year and a half of travel and I was struggling to adapt to my new Milanese city life. For Google, it was just too easy to cross my travel searches with my job-related queries to propose me an escape route called Hubud, a pretty famous co-working space in Ubud, Bali. Back then, the concept of digital nomadism was completely new for me, but the idea of freelancing from a designer’s style office in the middle of the jungle with other young professionals immediately resonated with me. I thereby decided that that was what I wanted to do for a living. I subscribed to every possible newsletter about digital nomadism, co-working spaces in Asia and all the surf-and-work propaganda that was spreading like a virus on the internet in those days (and still is).

Should I get a membership in a co-working space in Asia?

The next summer I actually ended up visiting Bali and decided to check out Hubud with sky-high expectations. The location itself is pretty legit. A fancy space built in the classic minimal-meets-local architectural style that you can find almost everywhere in hipster South East Asia, of which Bali is the capital. Basically a café with big desks, electric sockets and Wi-Fi. The real surprise came with the prices, tho. The rate is calculated per hour, and for a 50h/month deal (basically not even a part-time job) the fee is 95$, and for the (almost) full-time schedule of 100h/month it is nearly 200$! These are basically the same prices that you pay for a co-working place in Milan.

Here are the reasons why I think that fancy co-working spaces in Asia are not for me, but may as well work for you! Let me know your opinion in the comments.

 co-working spaces in AsiaCurrent office in Siargao, Philippines

Westerner prices for westerner people

See, this is the main problem with this kind of spaces. It’s a service with westerner prices for westerner customers. No matter if you are in an Asian country where the cost of living is one-third of its westerner counterparts. Personally, the choice of being completely location independent cost me half of my freelance business. While the amount that I make per month is still enough to allow me a good quality of life in Asia, it is not enough to pay European prices. May that is for the office, the rent, the motorbike or the food! That’s the point of digital nomadism in beautiful and cheap South East Asia, right? You can get along with less work and more fun!

If you are escaping office life, stay away from co-working space

Let’s be real. Co-working space is just another way to call the office. It might be ok if you are someone that actually needs an office to be productive, but in my case compelling to stay seated in an enclosed room for 8 to 10 hours a day is exactly the problem. The less time I spend in an office, the more productive I am. I’m more motivated to get the work done quickly and then go out and play! If you don’t like to work from home, there’s a plethora of extremely nice café around South East Asia that will only charge you the price of a coffee or a mango smoothie to let you work from their porch all day.

My home and office in Siargao, Philippines

Meeting likeminded professionals and participating in (useless and expensive) seminaries

Coworking spaces often organise seminaries and meetups. Most of the time, they are about extremely generic topics with surprisingly high prices. I guess these meetups might be useful if you are new to the freelance world, where networking is key. The same goes for the seminars, they might eventually spark some light on how to run your business. But I don’t really get how a newbie of the freelance world can embark on such an adventure as digital nomadism without any experience. It takes a while to establish your skills and find some clients, and this won’t be any easier from a country you don’t know. Plus, I find the price extremely disproportionate compared to the content of the seminaries. That’s why they might be seen as a scam rather than a learning opportunity.

Reliable internet connection and company vs authenticity

I can get that some people might rely on co-working spaces just to fight the loneliness and to enjoy reliable internet connection. Anyway, out there are so many options that will cost you a fraction of the price! I actually live in a digital nomad and surfing friendly island of the Philippines, where there’s no co-working space what so ever. We all get our work done no worries tho: most of the accommodations (shared or private) come with a Wi-Fi. As does almost every café on the island. The price I pay for renting a private bungalow with Wi-Fi is exactly one-third of what I paid for my shared flat in Milan. I live in a homestay, with other long-term travellers and the local host family. We spend some time together every day chatting, surfing and helping around the house. Which allows me to really experience the local lifestyle and enjoy nature and simple life while still being productive for my clients. Personally, I don’t see the point of moving to a tropical country to then close yourself in a backpackers’ office bubble.

What do you think about it?

How to keep your parents chill while travelling solo

How to keep your parents chill while travelling solo

how to tell your parents you want to travel solo

For most parents, accepting that their little kiddo is going to travel the world alone can be scary. Especially if they aren’t experienced travellers themselves or -even worse!- if you are a girl. This is exactly my case and I promise you that with a few precautions you can actually spare them the panic attack. My parents’ confidence and support didn’t just arise overnight. They required years and years of baby steps in testing confidence, boundaries and trust. But in the end, we all got so successful at not-freaking-out that recently I’ve also managed to drop that I’m into long-term travelling and digital nomadism. So here are a few tips on how to tell your parents you want to travel solo.

Test your -and your family- confidence with a short trip

If you – and your family- are new to solo travelling, start with a short trip. Choose a location that makes you feel comfortable. For me, it was ten days of travelling in Norway, which is one of the safest countries in Europe, with a great hostel culture and plenty of daytime activities to do by myself or with new friends.

Research your itinerary and explain it to them

If this is your first solo trip, I’m sure you’ve spent hours trying to plan it. Make your parents part of your research. Show them your itinerary (with pictures), the activities you are planning to do and some of the accommodation you’re going to stay in. Is it a nice young hostel? Even better! Show them you’re going to spend time with fellow travellers your age and not creepy old strangers as in their worst nightmares.

Give them visuals of the places you’re going to visit

I’m moving to the Philippines” can be a scary affirmation to process for a westerner parent that have never left Europe, let alone travelled to Asia. They’re probably picturing a poverty-stricken country, where there isn’t any edible food nor hospital care. So, after explaining how going there for a while can be an extremely enriching experience, help them visualize the paradise you’re moving to. Show them pictures of lush nature, wonderful beaches or cultural sights, happy locals and tasty food. To prepare my parents for my three months stay in the Philippines, I showed them a documentary about Sanne, a Swedish girl who built an eco-friendly hostel in tiny Siargao and founded a local charity there. For my time in Bali, I showed Marco Randelovich wonderful documentaries:

Share your insurance details with them

Show them that you take your health seriously. Buy a travel health insurance and check if you need any special vaccination BEFORE they can ask about it! Showing them that you’ve already taken care of the-most-important-aspect-of your-trip (aka your health), without them having to push you to do it will make you score a big point on the adulthood scale! Their proudness may soon morph into another level of stress: “Which company is this? I never heard about it. Why can’t we just use our regular local insurance provider?” but this is a whole other story.

Stay connected while travelling

Nowadays, there are so many ways to stay in touch with your loved ones while travelling. Agree on a schedule of skype/WhatsApp calls and stick to it. If you know that you will be travelling in an area of poor signal inform them in advance. Send nice pictures and stories via WhatsApp or Instagram every now and then and always keep them updated on your itinerary. One of my family traditions to stay connected is sending postcards. I find it old-fashioned and super cute. All my postcards are still hanged on my parents’ fridge!

And what if you want to take a solo trip even if you are in a relationship? Fellow blogger Victoria explains her view on why you should still travel alone if it’s your thing.

Long term travelling: How to deal with worried parents

Long term travelling: How to deal with worried parents

How to deal with worried parents when travelling solo
One of my favourite motivational quotes is “don’t let other people’s fears scare you.” Which applies to life in general but is particularly relevant if you are a girl travelling solo. I am an only child with anxiety issues creeping down the family line. Having anxiety problems of my own, it is fundamental not to absorb other people’s fears as well. If I’d done so, I wouldn’t probably have picked up professional running, lived abroad for so long, travelled to developing countries, crossed the Australian desert on a 4wd or drove a motorbike through Asia (or actually drove a motorbike at all). Considering that those are the life experiences that defined the person that I am today, it tells a lot about taking the responsibility of your choices as an adult.

“Don’t let other people’s fears scare you”

Nonetheless, I love my parents and I hate that my lifestyle scares them sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, after the initial panic attack they tend to support my bold plans no matter what (or at least they fake it until they make it.) But their confidence and support didn’t just arise overnight. They required years and years of baby steps in testing confidence, boundaries and trust. Having learned quite a while in the process, here are my strategies to deal with worried parents and answer their most asked questions.

Be prepared to answer to the “why?” question

The “why?” question is key. Why do you want to travel solo? Why do you think this can be an important learning experience? How can this be an opportunity career or life wise? Why now? Everyone has a different set of answers, making it clear will show your parents that this is a pondered choice and not just a passing whim.

Debunk the danger argument

Travelling as a solo woman can be dangerous. This is undeniably true but, unfortunately, it applies to life in general. The “danger argument” cannot be an excuse not to do things. On the contrary, it is an encouragement to take our safety seriously: we will be the only one responsible for it! And again, isn’t it like that all the time? In my thirty-years-long experience as a lady, I learned how to be mindful of my surroundings; how to dress appropriately; how to be nice but defiant at the same time; how to determine if its ok to walk alone somewhere or not; if its safe to drink alcohol with new friends or not. But most of all, I learned to trust my guts. Bad things can happen just outside of our doormat as well as abroad: it’s always a matter calculated risk and chance.

Explain the difference between travelling solo and being alone

Remind them that sometimes it is good to do things on your own! It’s good to be free to choose what to do without compromises; to learn how to solve problems by yourself; to rely on your gut feeling; to explore at your own pace. And to meet new people. Ironically, the thing that I love the most about solo travelling is meeting new people! When outside of the comfort zone of a friends’ group or the company of a significant other, it is much easier to socialize with other people. Teaming up with other travellers and locals along the journey is a way to really get in touch with people with different cultures and views. Explain how travelling solo can be such a huge learning opportunity!

How to deal with worried parents when travelling solo

Redefine the career-housing-kids expectations

When are you going to buy a house?

You need a house, everyone needs one

What about kids? You know, you’re getting close to thirty

Well, all of this is really personal but, from my point of view, when people ask this set of questions they usually forgot to ask another first “do you want to buy a house? Do you want to have kids?” Some people don’t realize the answer can actually be “no” or “not now.” Me, I don’t want to buy a house. And not because of a millennial-peter-pan-syndrome. Because I don’t believe housing is a good investment considering my lifestyle and the particular age we live in. Moreover, I don’t usually ask people how they like to invest their savings, why should they discuss mine? And then kids. Kids will come when mommy will find a proper dad for them and will feel like responsible and willing enough to take care of them! Or maybe some of us don’t even want kids at all. Seriously, this world is far too much overpopulated to worry about millennials postponing parenthood.

Reframe political instability

Political stability may vary depending on destinations but, generally speaking, travellers won’t usually be affected by the political situation of a country. Unless you’re travelling to a war zone, which probably isn’t the case. A wise man of my family once told me two golden rules of not-messing-up in a foreign country: no whores – no drugs. Until now, sticking to them as always kept me out of trouble, even in the most unstable countries I’ve visited. Usually acting like a decent person is enough to stay out of trouble. Abroad and at home.

Address the job issue

Every long-term traveller must have a money strategy figured out before leaving. Are you going to go freelance? Have you saved enough money to keep you going for a while? Are you planning to do casual jobs abroad? Whatever your strategy is, you can be sure that your parents will investigate it thoroughly. Nowadays, the job market is extremely liquid. Work contracts are time-limited. Freelancing is on a constant rise. Every experience is different, but leaving a stable income job for a period of travel doesn’t automatically mean never-ending bankruptcy. Careers evolve and I don’t believe that one should ever be defined by its job title. These things are temporary. Life is long and there will be other jobs. And I can promise you that the skills and the resiliency that you acquire when solo travelling can be extremely spendable in the job market. Maybe we won’t ever have retirement benefits, but I’m pretty sure that 9-to-5ers won’t have them either.

That addictive mix of hope, excitement, anticipation and fear

That addictive mix of hope, excitement, anticipation and fear

becoming digital nomad

On a frisky morning of 2009, around this time of the year, I was standing alone in a half empty airport, holding a one-way ticket to Paris. I was moving out of my hometown and of my parents’ place, on my way to my Erasmus semester. It was the first time I ever travelled alone. I was overwhelmed by a mix of hope, excitement, anticipation and fear. It was supposed to be a short Parisian get away from my otherwise fully Italian education and future, but life had different plans for me. On that frisky morning of 2009, little did I know that I’d never really come back to my parents’ hometown if not for short layovers. That I would have continued my studies in France to then relocate again and again going through 11 houses, 21 jobs and 8 Countries in a little less than ten years. But most of all, I didn’t know that I would get hooked to that one-way ticket feeling for life.

A primal crave for drastic change,
for bigger challenges,
for pressing reboot

 

I’ve seen the same hunger in backpackers and expats, fortune seekers and off the grid hippies, van-lifers of all ages and citizens of the world I met on the road. “There is not only one way” they said “we built our own”.

I’m not sure where this hunger comes from. My family isn’t really of the explorers’ kind. It might have stared on that very frisky morning of 2009, while I was standing at the airport alone for the first time. Or four years later, while I was crossing a much bigger airport clutching a one-way ticket for Australia in one hand and my then boyfriend’s in the other. He used to say that I’m a travel-bulimic: always craving for more until it gets too much. I know he’s right, but that’s the best way I know for growing as a human being. Moving, changing, binging on experiences, stories, faces and life in general.

becoming digital nomad

Back home though, some said that it was just a matter of struggling with commitment. Usually these people are those who can’t conceive a different lifestyle from their own. “Ok, you went traveling, but now you’re back and it is time to adjust to real life.” I never got this thing of real life. I fear that many people use “real” because they’re ashamed of using less flattering adjectives. As I see it, for someone with my education, real life usually means spending most of the day at work staring at a computer screen, to then go out and squeeze whatever is left of your life into a 2-3 hours’ window before passing out in bed. Moreover, life in big cities is expensive AF and working ten hours a day barely gets you by. But hey, you got to save some cash to buy yourself a decent car and maybe one day open a mortgage for a nice small house in the suburbs. And don’t be such a fool to believe that someone is going to pay you back when you’ll be retired, so you better start saving for that as well.

becoming digital nomad

Despite all of that freaked me out, I tried. I really, really tried. In 2015, after coming back from almost two years of work-and-travel, I pushed myself in the 9-to-7, steady income, subscription at the gym and to the phone company lifestyle. Of course the cracks were plainly visible from day one, but I tried to push through. Despite I always worked as a freelancer, I still struggled with the amount of time I spent in an office. I cried almost every given morning when crossing Milan on my way to work. Anxiety and numbness came in waves and I never really got to love (or even like for that matter) the city. But hey, you got to adjust to real life sooner or later right? Especially if you’re almost thirty! I got to the point where sometimes I stayed late in the office kinda-working just because I had nothing else to do outside that interested me. All of my friends were still working anyway. That actually scared me out for real. So I cracked. As I always knew I would.

becoming digital nomad

On 2017 new year’s eve I was sitting around a bonfire on a small island of the Philippines with a mixed bunch of people I met just days before. Each and every one of us was in their twenties going thirty and struggling with the rat race. Some of them just jumped out of it, the others were figuring out strategies. That’s when I decided that I would give myself another year to understand if the real life really wasn’t for me, to give love the chance to make up for all the rest, or to find the courage to really go freelancing outside of my comfort zone, to travel extensively alone and to face for another time that mix of hope, excitement, anticipation and fear that only a one-way ticket can give you.

becoming digital nomad

I spent the year asking myself what it would be like to do that alone, with no boyfriend on my side. This required a lot of peace-making with my infinite traveling-couple souvenirs and to find the courage to take the leap as a solo woman and becoming digital nomad. Strangely enough (or maybe not) I didn’t really meet any real life advocate anymore, instead I kept meeting free women from all over the world that did choose to jump on that train made of hope, excitement, anticipation and fear and were happy with it. Top level marketers that travelled the world and became surf teachers. Airways hostess that quit to surf full time and freelance under a palm tree. I reconnected with girlfriends of mine that have called at least half of European countries their home or explored the world on their own since they were nineteen. And then I talked to my beloved mum, my all-time role model and biggest supporter. A woman that considers even a short day trip outside of her hometown a tiring chore. She said “I’m scared off my mind, but go girl. Go and don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t because you’re a woman. You want to be an explorer? So just be it.”

So let be it.

becoming digital nomad
Roots

Roots

I don’t come back here often. Since I left 10 years ago, my comebacks have been mostly in-betweens. In between jobs, partners, travels. Sometimes I come here to heal, like last June, but I never stay too long.

This is the land where I grew up. My roots lay here. It holds wonderful memories, but also very painful ones. I like the peacefulness, the slow pace, the nature. I hate the stillness, the small-town mentality and the complete lack of public transport.

This is the first home I ever knew, even if my idea of home has evolved so much over the years that I can’t identify this place as “home” anymore. Not just this one at least. Living a nomadic life, the concept of home has become more and more subtle for me.

Home is the distinctive stench of Paris subway. It’s a beer with friends at the Public Bar in Melbourne or at Birrificio di Lambrate in Milan. It’s riding a Vespa on Bergamo’s hills and sleeping under a million stars in the Australian desert. Home is to be with your loved one. It’s the thick tropical moisture that wraps you when you get out of an Asian International Airport. It’s the scary and fascinating night noises of the jungle. Home is going for a run or hiking to the top of a mountain. It’s driving a motorbike. It’s using crutches.

Home is an ever-changing feeling. Last month, it meant going back to my roots. It meant letting my mother taking care of my health. It meant trusting. For ten days, home has been the burbling waterfall of the small pond and the tweeting birds of my parents’ garden. The good old local Italian food and the locking sound of the ’92 Ford Fiesta. The rumble of lawnmowers on Sundays and my old journals dating back to the Nineties.

As usual, I didn’t stay too long. But this time I wanted to pay honors to my roots. I realized that I have an enormous amount of pictures taken all over the world, but I never shot anything here. I didn’t have my camera with me and I didn’t want this to be shot with an IPhone. Plus, this is No Country for Young Men, so which better way to portray the stillness of suburbia other than an old Pentax from the 80’s?

Dealing with injuries: 8 hacks for surviving long recovery without going mad

Dealing with injuries: 8 hacks for surviving long recovery without going mad

Dealing with injuries and physical pain has been one of my biggest struggles last year. I went through a quite long recovery after a bad motorbike accident. Some of its consequences are still bothering me today. During the long recovery process, I learned a lot about myself, about pain, about gratefullness, about pain, about boredom, about pain and about patience (did I mention pain?) 🙂

I’m quite sure that this scenario
can also fit to other people,
so I hope that sharing my experience
can be useful.

 

So here are my 8 hacks for dealing with injuries and get back on your feet as soon as possible. Plus: some tips are injury related, but others are applicable to sickness in general.

dealing with injuries
DOING GREAT-ISH
dealing with injuries
WHILE BEING COMPLETELY SMASHED

On overcoming intense pain

 

1. Constant contact with a caring human

When the adrenaline rush was over and paramedics were trying to scoop me from the ground I felt the most excruciating pain I ever felt. (Now I’m like “giving birth!? Not even scared!”). What I found helpful straight away was constant contact with a caring human. Before my family arrived, I was clutching to a stranger’s hand (a very nice drunkard that happened to stroll by) and it helped a lot. After a shock, don’t be afraid to ask for a hand of compassion. It really makes a difference.

2. Controlled breathing

Another thing that helped me was breathing. Like yoga breathing or fitness breathing. Big breaths-in inflating you stomach, big breaths-out deflating your stomach. Focusing on breathing will help coping with pain, but especially coping with the panic rush that goes with it.

These two hacks are not magic, I would lie if I tell you that I didn’t scream, but when painkillers are not an option, those are the only things that lightly help.

On drugs

I’ve been on a strong painkiller cocktail for a week and then on Oxy (a morphine derivate) for more than a month. This is slippery. But if you’re recovering and you’re supposed to get better every day, the key is to identify your pain threshold and work from there. I could bear a full day pills-free, but around 6/7 pm I stared to freak out. So I had my morphine and tried to resist for the night and the day to come (taking some paracetamol can help to fill the gaps). My tip here is:

3. Identify your pain threshold and work from it

Day after day, the 7pm pill became the 8pm, and then the 9pm and finally the middle-of-the-night-pill if I really couldn’t cope. Of course it’s less straight forward than it sounds, but staying focused on decreasing helps. Every story is different and implies some back and forward, just be sure that you follow your doctor’s suggestions and eventually ask the help of a responsible other.

dealing with injuries
AFTER SECOND SURGERY IN 2015
dealing with injuries
AFTER THIRD SURGERY IN 2017

On re-learning how to walk

This is the toughest phase, but also the most rewarding. When you’ve given two working legs for granted for 27 years, learning to live with just one is no joke. Simple things like getting out of the bed, going to the toilet, having a shower (sort of) become giant challenges. My tips here are:

4. Take your time, find your strategies and if you can, do it alone

I could tell from my father terrified face that all he wanted to do was to lift me up from the bed to the wheelchair, then from wheelchair to wherever and then back to bed. This might sound cute but it’s actually the worst way to recover from an injury. If the people that are caring for you are scared, just ask them to supervise you. But take all the time and caution you need and do it yourself. At the beginning it took me at least 5 minutes just to get out bed. All my focus was on dragging my injured leg over the bedside, one centimetre at a time. Not lifting it with my hands, not pushing it with the other leg, just dragging it on its own. The Kill Bill way, if you know what I mean. In this case the toughest way is the fastest to recovery.

 

On rethinking time

Having to stay in bed, or in the proximate vicinity of it, for almost two months straight is one of the worse nightmare for a sportive person. It was personally driving me madder than the pain and the struggle of not walking. My tips here are:

5. Find a solid routine

Having a routine is functional to adapt to a new, slow, life. Repetitiveness helps. Don’t avoid or quicken your chores, you have all the time of your life, just embrace them and your new pace. First thing in the morning, I would do my physio exercises for almost an hour. It was very painful at first, but that’s the only real way out disability and to actually appreciate tini tiny improvements! And if you’re a sport addict like me, it will almost feel like working out. Washing yourself without taking a shower it’s another great challenge that requires plenty of micro-movements and a lot of time! Doing it slowly will A- prevent that you fall like a sack of potatoes and re-injure yourself and B- ensure that you are as clean as possible (top tip: use a sponge) 😉

6. Keep yourself occupied with music, books, movies and even a bit of work

Reading books and watching movies or series can become boring after a while, but using this time to enrich your culture is actually a great opportunity. Being a freelance I also kept working. Not too much though, just enough not to get bored.

7. Invite plenty of friends and family over

A big injury can be an excuse to reconnect with loved ones that we don’t meet so often because of our busy schedule.

8. Do some yoga and/or meditate

When nothing else works and you feel like suffocating, yoga and meditation can help. On YouTube you’ll find plenty of videos of guided meditation or wheelchair yoga. As hippy as it can sound: it helps to calm you down.

13 things I learned from breaking a leg (and a wrist)

13 things I learned from breaking a leg (and a wrist)

injury life lessons
C’MON IT’S NOT SO BAD!
injury life lessons
WELL, IT ACTUALLY IS.

 

In November 2015 I had a bad road accident. Nothing really special, a random guy didn’t give me way, which resulted in a crash. The problem was that he was driving a car while I was on a Vespa. They say that when you risk your life you see it flashing before your eyes. That was not my case. When I realized what was going on, I clearly remember thinking “Fuck, this is gonna hurt real bad.” And it did. The impact was so violent that his car stopped working, my beloved Vespa was destroyed (R.I.P.) and I laid on the tarmac with a broken femur and a broken wrist. Which by the way it’s not too bad if you consider that I didn’t hit my head nor my back and I didn’t have any internal damage.

They say that when you risk your life
you see it flashing before your eyes.
That was not my case.
When I realized what was going on
I clearly remember thinking
“Fuck, this is gonna hurt real bad.”
And it did.

Nonetheless, I’m a hyperactive, multitasking freelance and a sportive girl, so when I discovered that it would took me AT LEAST six months to get back to normal, my world collapsed. I stayed one week in hospital, where I got a plaster cast for my wrist and underwent a couple of surgeries for my leg. Fun fact: when a broken leg has been immobilized for more that 7 days, it doesn’t move anymore. Your joints become stiff and you lose muscular mass by the minute. What followed was a month and a half of laying in my parent’s living room (I used to live alone at the time so it was impossible for me to go back to my place), 3 months of physiotherapy and crutches, a decent amount of painkillers and a strong motivation to get back on my feet asap. Here are some of the injury life lessons that I learned (the hard way) during my journey.

injury life lessons
FINDING CREATIVE WAYS TO FILL MY DAYS
injury life lessons
WHILE TRYING TO BE FUNNY

1. Life is unpredictable

You can think you’ve figured it out. You can think you have a clear priority list on your mind. Guess what: it is never true. Everything can change in a second. The time that it takes to check your phone while driving, not seeing a scooter coming your way for example.

2. Believing in yourself is key

Your body is stronger than you might think. And your mind is even stronger. What seems unbearable and impossible to overcome today will become possible by tomorrow. Just take baby steps and set yourself mini-goals. If you think “I have to get back to walking!” you will be disappointed day after day, but if you start with “I bet I can bend my knee a little bit more today” you’ll be surprised by daily improvement.

3. Plaster casts suck

Wearing a plaster cast will make your arm stink as hell and will turn all your arm hair into black giant monsters (true story).

4. Being fit is the best starting point for recovery

Your body really is a temple, and taking good care of it pays back a lot in this kind of situations. Three days of absolute stillness are enough to lose 70% of your leg muscles. Being a fit girl made my recovery easier and faster that it would have been for an overweight, or just not fit, person.

5. Mastering the art of crutching around

There’s actually a technique to use crutches. When you become a pro you can climb and go down the stairs no worries, threaten enemies with them, earn the best seat on public transport and generally bragging around like a you’re a war hero most of the time.

6. Boredom kills more than pain

Having a couple of weeks off work can be relaxing even if you’re sick. But staying at home for almost two months straight it’s not fun. Nonetheless, using this massive amount of “free time” to enrich your musical, literary and movie culture is a wonderful opportunity.

injury life lessons
ROCKIN AROUND WITH MA NU WALKER
injury life lessons
MOOD AFTER GETTING RID OF THE PLASTER CAST

7. Being a good patient and eating your food pays

Hospital food can be hard to swallow, but if you don’t eat it your organs will start to fuck up as well, so eat your damn food and don’t complain.

8. Loved ones are everything

My parents took me back home and took care of me for more than a month, even if I was super cranky most of the time. Friends will visit almost every day. Long distance friends will reach out through nice messages. Suffering from a severe injury is actually an alternative way to remember how many people care about you.

9. Drugs are wonderful but no, you’re not going to trip

Ketamine is really used in hospitals, except it will knock you down on a complete other lever compared to your average Special K. Contramal makes you sick. Oxy is the sweetest thing in the world but oh-boy it’s addictive.

10. Saying “I love you” to people means a lot

Going through a bad accident makes you reflect on how vulnerable we are. Life is short. It can even be shorter than you think. Don’t waste your time, tell your family and friends that you love them, make sure they know it.

11. Do your heparin by yourself

Heparin injections burn like crazy, but if you learn how to do them yourself, it will hurt less. Fun fact: there’s a “good side” and a “bad side” of the belly. Choose wisely where to point.

12. Always focus on the bright side of things

Even when I felt miserable and some of the people around me will go “OMG, such an unlucky accident!” I’ve always, alway replied that I considered myself super lucky. It could have been oh-so-worse. I’m glad it wasn’t and I’m glad to have had the chance to take in all the lessons that I’ve learned on this journey. And no, some of those lessons cannot be learned the easy way.

13. Being grateful

The biggest lesson I learned, the one that includes all of the above is to be grateful. Grateful for being alive. Grateful for not having permanent damages. Grateful for living in a country where hospital care is good and free of charge. Grateful for smiling doctors and caring nurses. Grateful for all the loved ones that were there when I needed them for real. Grateful for waking up from my bed on two steady feet every. single. morning. Grateful for being able to run, swim, surf, hike and do whatever I want to do with my body.

On splitting up, fear, and solo travelling as a woman

On splitting up, fear, and solo travelling as a woman

woman solo traveller

I often make this metaphor: for me splitting with my long-time partner has been like losing a leg. Suddenly I stumbled at every step. Loosing him didn’t just meant to lose the man I loved, the engine of my adventurous life and the closest person I had, but it also meant losing his family, which I considered as close as my kin, our loving dog and the future that I thought was expecting me. I was heartbroken and terrified, but the leg was gone anyway, and I had to relearn how to walk, even if crippled.

Splitting was like losing a leg,
I had to relearn how to walk,
even if crippled

 

Truth is, you never know how much you depend on a person until they’re gone. I always considered myself an independent girl and a badass traveller. But when he was gone, I realised that he was the badass traveller and I was mostly following him. He was always the one to push me further into adventures. It was his idea to cross the Australian desert on a 4WD, or to travel three months through Asia overland. It was him that convinced me to trek in the middle of the jungle to meet local tribes in Burma, or to ride motorbikes for days across Indonesia. He was the one who teach me how to surf and encouraged me to dive. All the coolest things I ever done, I did because of him.
When I realized that, I was struck with fear. How will I keep doing things I love if he’s not there to hold my hand, play it cool and fix problems?

 

I always considered myself a bad ass traveller.
But when he was gone,
I realised I was mostly following him

 

woman solo traveller

Well, instead of not doing things because I was scared, I chose to learn from our years together and to become the brave one. I made it a point to choose adventure, to travel alone and to play it cool when shit happens (like when I was stranded by a typhoon in the Philippines on my way back home, without electricity nor internet and a blocked credit card).

 

I choose to learn from our path
and to became the brave one

 

I went for my first solo trip, and then for another. It was something that I always wanted to do but I never found the courage for. I chose a destination that I always wanted to visit but never had because he didn’t like it, and just went. I spent 10 days hiking on Norway fjords, meeting wonderful people. It was great. I then took a second solo trip, this time lifting the bar higher. I went to bustling Philippines, a place that I also always wanted to visit but that was definitely out of my comfort zone as a woman solo traveller, and it turned out to be the best holiday ever.

Fun fact: when me and my partner split ways, we took very different life paths. Now I’m the one who’s doing adventurous stuff and kept travelling, and he’s the one working day and night! Isn’t that ironic!?

 

woman solo traveller

It took me quite a while to untangle all the things that loss and failure teach me, and I’m still in the process. That’s why I feel a bit overwhelmed when people underestimate my separation, or that took theirs in a lighter way. Of course It’s impossible to generalize, but I think that it’s how you react to situations and how you choose to deal with your feelings that makes a huge difference. You can choose to avoid pain and walk away as quickly as you can. Or you can choose to start from desperation and to grow from it.

It is the journey that you make
to get back on your feet
that changes you.
Make it count.