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Solo Travel Over 60

Think you're too old to travel solo? Sybille Essmann is in her 60's and travelled to Colombia and Brazil alone. She shares her personal account of solo travel over 60 to inspire you

Brazil Through The Eyes of a Sexagenarian Solo Traveller

Most people I had spoken to before my South America adventure, seem to have left Brazil off their itineraries. I honestly don't know why. Here's my story of getting around Brazil…

Before you think my title is a bit below the belt, this makes me a sixty year old female traveller experiencing a truly magnificent and highly recommended travel destination. Most people I had spoken to before I embarked on my 6 month South America adventure that have traversed this continent seem to have left Brazil off their itineraries, why is a mystery to me. Is it because it is such a huge country (the 5th largest in the world) and hence a bit daunting, or maybe because it is the only South American country where Spanish is not the official language?

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When in Brazil eat what the locals eat.

Getting There

If you want to fly directly from South Africa (my home country) to South America, your choices are very limited. The only carrier is South African Airways and the only route is Johannesburg – São Paulo. I had not given my onward itinerary much thought, but when looking at a map of the continent I thought it would make sense to work my way from São Paulo across to Rio de Janeiro then head north towards one of my bucket list items – the mighty Amazon.

I have a thing about slow boats and what better way to experience this colossal body of water than from the deck of one of the many river boats that ply the waters between Belém and Manaus. In Manaus I was hoping to meet up with a young colleague of mine who was volunteering in the remote Amazonian town of Manicoré.

Except for my first three days accommodation in São Paulo and the e-version of Lonely Planet Brazil on my iPad Kindle app, I had no fixed plans and being a by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda gal I was trusting that the Universe would guide me and that all would fall into place. And it did.

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Brevis, one of the many river towns alongside the Amazon only accessible by boat.

A Local Experience

Throughout my six weeks in Brazil I used Airbnb for accommodation and without exception I only had positive experiences with the hosts I chose to stay with. Travelling for six months on a pretty tight budget mainly due to a very paltry South African Rand I realized that I would have to accept that I had to settle for a cheaper alternative to hotels, but at my age I also did not feel comfortable with shared accommodation and bathrooms offered in hostels, so Airbnb was the perfect solution.

I have a tale of boundless hospitality and generosity to tell of every single one of my hosts, from showing me São Paulo or Manaus, washing my clothes, accompanying me to difficult to get to points of interest, picking me up from the airport after midnight or taking me to catch a boat at 5 in the morning, dancing forro or sharing their meals with me, the list goes on and on. What a wonderful way to get to know Brazil and its people. I will forever be grateful.

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Taking The Bus in Brazil

Furthermore, as a result of my tight budget I decided to try and avoid expensive taxis and test my ability of using public transport and what better way to start than just after landing at São Paulo Guarulos Airport. Isn't it strange that before leaving on my epic trip I had frequent moments of self doubt coupled with butterflies and bouts of insomnia whether I was equipped to navigate my way through the big cities or even smaller towns for that matter without resorting to the more convenient taxi. But the minute I arrived at Guarulos I felt completely in control. I collected my luggage and set forth to conquer São Paulo.

I have never been too proud to ask for directions, and even though we were now in foreign language territory, I was directed to the airport bus terminal, caught a bus into the city (I don't think it was the correct one) but a kind lady on the bus gave me further instructions as to which Metro to take, where to transfer to the next line to eventually get off at Ana Rosa station from where I would walk to my destination, and that with a 20 kg wheelie bag and rucksack on my back.

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The “rust bucket” Clivia, my home on the Mighty Amazon for 6 days.

By this stage it was dark, but I felt more than elated when I arrived safely at my destination, albeit a tad exhausted. I had done it. From there on catching metros and buses in São Paulo was a breeze. And an added bonus I learnt about by chance when wanting to purchase a metro ticket, t(he cashier obviously recognized I was no longer a spring chicken), was that public transport in Brazil is free for anyone 60 or older. Being 60 does have its advantages.

With this feeling of confidence I was now ready to tackle Rio de Janeiro's public transport system. I had caught a very comfortable luxury bus from São Paulo to Rio and had received instructions from my Airbnb host as to which bus to catch from the Rodoviário Novo Rio to Copacabana from where, according to Google Maps it should not be too far to walk.

I had arrived at just after 4 in the afternoon, but what I had not allowed for was that I was going smack bang into peak hour traffic, and what had looked like such an easy drive on Google maps eventually took more than 2 hours by which stage it was again pitch dark.

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The hammock option? I don’t think so. A girl my age needs her creature comforts!!

As we approached Copacabana I asked the young lass next to me whether she understood English, which of course she did not, but I nonetheless showed her my Google maps screenshot of where I was heading and pointed out my address on the Ladeira Ary Barroso. I was later to find out that Ladeira in Portuguese is a slope, but although I do not understand the language I did gather that she was telling me that it was steep and taking a look at my luggage there was no way I was walking there.

As luck would have it she was getting off at the same bus stop and indicated that I follow her. She headed for a decrepit white VW van and helped me put my luggage in the back. While we were waiting for the van to fill up there was a joint effort to ascertain where I was actually heading because the directions were obviously very vague. Once the driver had sufficient passengers on board and we had all paid our 2.5B$ we headed up a very steep hill. Aha, now I understood what my young helper was trying to tell me. No one walks up this hill, let alone with luggage.

Anyway, long story short, I was dropped off at a hostel further up the hill from where a kind soul phoned the telephone number that I had on record and I was eventually collected by my Airbnb hostess, Vera, and taken to my lodging. The effort was worth it when Vera showed me the spectacular night view on to Copacabana and the lit up statue of Christ the Redeemer from their roof top terrace.

It was only the next day in the light of day that I realized that I had actually booked my accommodation in the “pacified” favela of Babylonia. But not once in my 6 day stay did I ever feel scared or threatened, even when returning late in the evening.

There was a little motorbike taxi rank at the bottom of the Ladeira and after the first day they got to know me when I gave them my 3B$, swung my leg over the pillion seat and asked to be taken up to “Thiagos”.

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Enjoying the perfect sunset on the Amazon.

Getting Around Brazil

After Rio I had all good intentions of making use of long distance buses between my intended destinations of Salvador, Recife and Belém, but not wanting to schlepp all the way out to the bus terminal to book the bus ticket to Salvador I thought I would use a travel agent in Copacabana recommended by Lonely Planet, and they were astounded that I would want to attempt these long distances by bus and tried hard to convince me to take advantage of a very attractive flight package which would cost me less than 500 US$ if I flew 3 legs. I was eventually swayed when they told me it would take as long as 47 hours to get to Belém from Recife, and although I had time, this was a bit beyond my patience threshold.

My patience levels were tested on two further occasions, both travelling by boat on the mighty Amazon. My Airbnb hostess questioned my decision to take the 5 day boat trip from Belém to Manaus when I could fly there in an hour, but as I had mentioned I have a thing for slow boats, and I had visions of watching life on the river from the hammock I had purchased in Salvador for just this purpose. But in hindsight I was very happy that I had chosen the air conditioned cabin option for an additional 150B$ (about 47US$ – the whole trip came to 500B$)).

And specially after our rust bucket had engine failure on day 1, and we ended up tied to a big tree on the edge of the Amazon for a whole 24 hours waiting for the defective part to be repaired at the next town 6 hours away. Thank goodness I had downloaded a tome with the very appropriate title “Brazil” by Erroll Lincoln Uys, a very well researched novel about two Brazilian families spanning the entire history of this country. Even though the trip took longer than expected it met every single one of my bucket list expectations.

From Brazil to Colombia

Manaus is a sprawling city of 2 million inhabitants in the middle of the jungle, only accessible by air or boat and one Trans-Amazonian Highway, so when it came to planning my onward passage to Colombia I decided on the “fast” boat, a 36 hour option on a river taxi instead of a further 7 days up the Solimões River to the border town of Tabatinga from where I would cross over to Leticia in Colombia and then fly to Bogota.

Suffice to say that after 36 hours stuck on a seat that became even more uncomfortable by the hour with not much opportunity to stretch ones legs (although I did have the best seat on the boat in row 1), I was very relieved when we eventually docked in Tabatinga.

My Time in Brazil

Reflecting back on my 6 weeks in Brazil in which I really only managed to see a very small portion of this huge country, I can truly say that though I only managed to learn moito obrigado and Bom dia, it is a very easy country to explore for a solo female traveller even at my age. It is probably one of the more expensive destinations on this continent, but although I hate to admit to my age, I did use it to my advantage when asking for discounts on entrance fees and using public transport.

This country blew me away with its hospitality and for anyone contemplating visiting South America, do yourself a favour and put it on your itinerary. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.

If you enjoyed this story, read on to discover the second chapter of Sybille's adventures as she travels around Colombia….

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You could not be blamed if you thought you were in Switzerland – the Valle de Cocora

Chapter 2 for the Sexagenarian Solo Traveller: Colombia

My AirBnB hosts in São Paulo had introduced me to the concept of Free Walking Tours in that city and so it was that on a Free Walking Tour of the historic centre of Rio de Janeiro I met the delightful young couple Nicolas and Kelly from Bogotá, Colombia, and after 2 funfilled days exploring Rio are paths parted but they had left me with a heartfelt invitation and the promise that if and when I made it to their neck of the woods they would accommodate and entertain me.

My knowledge of Colombia was shockingly limited to knowing that Bogota was its capital, Pablo Escobar its most infamous son, and that not so long ago it was considered to be one of the most dangerous destinations for solo female travellers. Having braved two months in India the previous year I was not going to let such negativity deter me.

My Colombian adventure began in Leticia, a bustling border town, surrounded by the Amazon jungle right at the southernmost tip of the country, with Brazil and Peru being its immediate neighbours. It is only accessible by boat or air, and I was quite surprised how many tourists I came across.

Leticia's main attraction would be the jungle but I had a memorable encounter in the little Parque Santander in the middle of the town which at every sunset attracts literally millions of parakeets that flock to the trees to roost there for the night. You see them arriving like a dark cloud from quite a distance and the cacophony of screeching birds is ear piercing. This spectacle goes on for at least an hour until every branch of every tree in the park is black with birds. Fascinating!

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The bird spectacle of Leticia, don't know whether this picture does it any justice.

Flying over the endless jungle to Bogotá the following day gave one a good perspective of how vast this ecosystem truly is.

Bogotá lies at an altitude of 2628meters above sea level and coming from the sweltering tropics the cooler climate was a very welcome relief. My young friend Nicolas collected me from the Eldorado International Airport and my first impression was that Bogota is a sprawling cosmopolitan city with excellent highways, modern vehicles, and a multitude of high rise apartment buildings, edging  up the surrounding mountains that hem in the city and more restaurants than I had thus far encountered in South America.

Having mastered the public transport system in Brazil, conquering the Bogotá bus system was a breeze. Nicolas very soon realized that I did not need hand holding and I can only say that at all times I felt completely safe exploring the different parts of downtown. I loved the art museum dedicated to the famous Colombian painter Botero, the Museo del Oro which is arguably the most important gold museum in the world, housing innumerable gold pieces of pre-Hispanic times and the inevitable Free Walking Tour this time specializing in Bogotá's burgeoning street art culture. The hospitality shown to me by Nicolas and Kelly was indicative of the Colombian warmth and friendliness throughout and I was quite heart sore when I boarded the Viva Colombia flight for my onward journey to Santa Marta on the Caribbean coast.

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Downtown Bogotá, taken during the Graffiti Free Walking Tour

I have to admit that during the seven days or so I spent at the coastal town of Taganga and then on to Cartagena I was hit by a serious bout of travel fatigue and though I forced myself to do a day tour to the coffee region around Minka, inland from Santa Marta and a Free Walking Tour of the beautiful Cartagena and visited the obligatory sights my energy levels were at an all time low and the excruciating heat did not improve my mood. Maybe that is why I had a senior moment and arrived at the Cartagena bus terminal 2 days to early for my overnight bus to Medellín. But I need not have panicked, they graciously changed my ticket for that evening's departure.

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The colourful streets of Cartagena

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The gorgeous Cartagena

I fell in love with Medellín. It has a perfect all-year-round springlike climate and is beautifully situated amongst lush mountainous terrain. Considered to be the friendliest locals in Colombia, the paisas, as they are known, have every right to be proud of their city. During the 1990s Medellín was the centre of the worldwide cocaine trade with murder and mayhem an everyday occurrence  and a no-go zone for foreign tourists, but since that black past the city has literally pulled itself up by its bootstraps and is today a model of urban renewal. This was mainly due to the building of the Metro, Medellín's pride and joy, which is so immaculate you could eat off its floor. They have also connected the metro with a network of cable cars leading up to the poorer barrios, which must have had a huge impact on the lives of those residents.

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Downtown Medellin

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Exploring Medellin's poorer barrios connected by the Metrocable, where my friend Giorgia and I felt completely safe and secure

At my AirBnB accommodation I was blessed to have met and  made friends with Georgia, a young lass who was Colombian by birth but had been adopted and had grown up in Lugano, Switzerland who became a delightful travelling and sightseeing buddy in and around Medellín and together we explored barrios such as Communa Trece (13) which is a shining testimony that poverty does not mean squalor. This particular barrio had recently been connected by a series of escalators which were as spotless as the Metro. The community had built gardens wherever there was some space and had used colourful street art not only as social commentary but to beautify their surroundings. And at all times I felt completely safe and secure.

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Barrio Trece connected by escalators

One of my Colombian highlights has to be a day trip to the nearby Piedra del Peñol, a 200 m high monolith which towers above the picturesque little town of Guatapé on a huge dam built in the 1960s. It was worth huffing and puffing up every one of the 700+ steps to the top to experience one of the most breathtaking views you will find in Colombia. In the town itself every building was decorated with colourful zucolas (concrete bas relief scenes) depicting what was sold or being offered by the shop or the belief or customs of the residents. I found Guatapé even more colourful than Cartagena.

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The Piedra del Peñol with its 700+ steps to the top

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Horses on the street in Guatape

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View from the top of the Piedra del Peñol in Guatape.

By now I had very much regained my travel spirit, and my two day sojourn in the pretty little town of Salento in the heart of the Zona Cafetera was a tonic. On my memorable hike into the Valle de Cocora with its hummingbird sanctuary and the palma de cera, or wax palms towering 60 meters above the cloud forest I had to eventually stop myself taking another photo of the jaw-dropping vistas.

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Hiking through the Palma de Cera

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Salento – Women traveling solo in Colombia

Colombia is the third largest coffee producer in the world and a trip to this area would not be complete without a tour of a working coffee plantation and a taste of Colombia's finest Arabica. I can now understand why it is sometimes called Black Gold, and after oil the most traded commodity in the world.

And the highlights just kept coming. A southbound overnight bus ride away from Medellín lies the otherworldly and achingly beautiful small Desierto de la Tatacoa. Young Giorgia had forfeited a flight ticket to Bogotá to accompany me there, and thanks to her being fluent in Spanish we took advantage of local knowledge and bypassed the dusty village of Villavieja and headed straight for the desert where we overnighted in the more than adequate Noches de Saturno. According to Lonely Planet, Tatacoa is only 330 square kilometers in size, so with a very early start the next morning we managed to explore both the Red Desert and the Grey Desert before lunch. And though I had only planned to head on to the pre-Colombian archeological sites of San Agustin the following day, there were still enough hours in the day to decide to press on.

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One sad thing about solo travel is that you are constantly saying farewell to new yet firm friends and I felt quite melancholy when I hugged Giorgia good bye.

I did have some anxious moments because I had not made any prior hostel bookings in San Agustin and arrived at my destination well after dark but my kind bus driver took pity on me and took me to the doorstep of the the Finca el Maco, as recommended by Giorgia, out of town and up a steep incline, and the Universe once upon smiled on me, because I managed to get the last room available. For two days I scampered around some of the continent's most significant pre-Hispanic archeological sites where a past culture had flourished between the 6th and 14th century and honoured their dead by building elaborate tombs guarded by magnificent statues carved out of volcanic rock and overlooking the luscious rolling hills of the Cordilleras.

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The pre-Columbian grave sites of San Agustin

And then on to Popayán, my last stop in Colombia. Although it lay only 129 kilometers from San Agustin it took the better part of 4 hours on probably the worst roads I had experienced thus far on the continent. There was also a very evident army presence along the route which makes me think that there were still guerrillas active in this area, in fact we had been warned not to attempt this trip at night time.

The main reason for visiting Popayán was to visit the nearby town of Silvia where on a Tuesday the place comes alive when one of Colombia's many indigenous tribes, the Guambino, descend from the hills to sell their produce, buy tools and clothes and hang out in the market square. Their language, dress and customs are still very much in tact. I managed to snap some surreptitious pictures of the people, but they come here to work and trade and do not take kindly to tourists thinking this is some kind of theme park. On our return trip to Popayán we were rerouted to a gravel road and it was only afterwards we found out that the main road had been closed due to some guerrilla activity, but we had been blissfully unaware of the action.

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Market day in Silvia

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Market day in Silvia

That evening at the Hostel Trail I came across two very pale young travellers who that afternoon been accosted by some young hooligans on a motorbike and robbed of their very visible camera as they were heading up to one of the tourist lookout points, the El Morro de Tulcán. The irony was that one of the youngsters came from South Africa, known for its rampant crime rate. I, on the other hand, had walked alone all over the town in complete safety.

It made me wonder whether with maturity and savoir-faire the older traveller does not start exuding a certain “don't mess with me” aura and thus experience less unsavoury incidents.
Popayán was to be my last stop in Colombia, from where I had ambitiously decided to press through to Quito in Ecuador in one day. But that is a story for another day.

Five weeks in Colombia sounds like an inordinate amount of time to explore a country, but as with Brazil I again felt as though I had only scratched the surface. It would have been to my advantage had I spoken Spanish, but with the help of google translate, a little Spanish/English phrasebook for travellers and lots of sign language I was confident I was always going to get from A to B. The Colombians will always have a special place in my heart because of their sincere hospitality and generosity, and I am so grateful to the Universe to have given me the opportunity to get to know this diverse and magnificent country.

Muchas gracias and Hasta luego.

About Sybille Essmann

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Sybille, the storyteller

About Sybille Essmann

After a sheltered upbringing in the fairest Cape I flew the coop straight out of school and headed to Germany for a gap year (completely unheard of in 1972), which eventually ended after 9 years. During the ensuing years I qualified as a nursing sister, but on my return to South Africa I turned my back on that profession and instead put my knowledge of the German language to good use.

I worked as a tour guide for three years until marriage put a stop to that. With that came another career change into the world of finance, and for 25 years I advised clients as to how best to invest their hard earned money.

After the end of a 20 year marriage I embraced singledom again and with that a whole new world of travel opened up for me. I explored India, Vietnam and Thailand and in my 59th year decided to throw caution to the wind, reverted back to my maiden name, sold my business, rented out my home and set off a solo 8 month bucket list trip which took me to India, Myanmar, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Malaysian Borneo and Nepal.

I have come to the realization that I have a restless soul and that life does not end at 60, and as I enter my 3 score, I will be heading to the vast continent of South America and who knows where to after that. Life is a journey and I would love to share it with you. Follow Sybille's adventures at: Sybs Bucket List.

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6 thoughts on “Solo Travel Over 60

  1. Sabine de Kock

    I am in total awe of my amazing twin sister! She is living her dream, and through her blogs, FB posts and articles like these, I and her family and many friends are able to experience her adventures! Can’t wait for the next installment!

  2. Kim Forbes

    Sybille, you continue to be such an inspiration to all of us who wish we had more chutzpah! Or who use age as an excuse not to try something new. Thank you for your beautiful writing, your willingness to try anything new, and your caring nature that is revealed in how you interact with everyone you meet.


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