The Long Way There — Why I Said Yes to a Solo Layover in Egypt

I didn’t start solo traveling until 2025.

That alone surprises people — and honestly, it surprised me too. I’ve always loved movement, planning, and full itineraries, but there was something about traveling alone that felt… precarious. Lonely. Risky. Maybe even indulgent.

And yet, once I finally did it, I realized how deeply rewarding it can be when done intentionally.

This particular solo adventure wasn’t originally the point of the trip. I was on my way to South Africa for a family wedding when I noticed a long layover option in Cairo. Long enough not just to stretch my legs — but long enough to experience something. Instead of rushing through another airport lounge, I decided to step fully into the unknown.

That decision came with nerves — mostly from people who love me. Safety was the first concern, and rightly so. Egypt isn’t a place you just “wing,” especially solo. So I didn’t.

I planned carefully:

• I booked a private tour through Viator, prioritizing reputable reviews and clear logistics
• I shared my location with multiple people at home
• I kept my phone fully charged and traveled with a portable backup charger
• I pre-arranged transportation and avoided improvising on the ground

Solo travel doesn’t mean reckless travel. If anything, it requires more intention.

What I gained in return was something rare: the freedom to move at my own pace, to linger where I wanted, to rest when I needed, and to experience a place without compromise. No negotiating plans. No rushing for anyone else. Just presence.

And then there was Cairo — which deserved a story all its own.