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It was late at night when I received a message from my dad on the other side of the world, “If you are sure about traveling to South-East Asia by yourself, please be careful” followed by a long list of well-intended advice on how to keep myself safe. I was exhausted and about to go to sleep after a long day at work so I promised but couldn’t stop worrying about the many things I was hearing and people commenting all the time on how brave I was. What does “being brave” mean? I really don’t feel brave, I’m just curious. I will admit most of the time I am scared of what I’m about to do, but my excitement and desire to experience new adventures and learning from others is bigger than my fears. I am lucky. Being a solo traveller was not something I decided for myself, it just happened. Just like having a genetic condition, but it has never stopped me. Turner Syndrome is a challenge, I won’t deny it. My life has always been full of ups and downs. Anxiety and depression due to my hormonal levels, being very short and having problems with spacial orientation have always played a negative role but I have always tried to get going with my dreams and to dream big. So, I packed a bag big enough to keep all my issues and insecurities inside but also made room for my determination and willingness to explore the world and off I went. The day arrived and I found myself wandering around the airport in Jakarta, trying to figure out how to get to my hotel. No internet connection, no local money and almost no battery on my phone. Tired, hungry and needing to make a decision, I had to sit down for a while. I finally found a stand where I could charge my battery, but I was very nervous about leaving my only means of communication and information unattended, so I sat next to it. It was the first time I didn’t have a plan and I was starting to get nervous because all the options I could find had their obstacles. A moment later, a man sat next to me. He was also charging his phone and didn’t speak any English. After a few minutes of minding ourselves I grabbed the courage to ask him if he could help me. He was a stranger, but I was desperate. Before I knew it, this person, without knowing how to speak a language I could understand, was helping me download Grab, also known - at least by me - as the Asian UBER. As a phone number was required, he gave me his in order to receive a code to gain access. A few minutes later, someone had accepted my request and was on his way to pick me up. My excitement dropped when I noticed that the airport’s wifi didn’t cover parking lots. The driver sent me a message saying “Saya hampir sampai” (I’m almost there). I went back to where I was supposed to find him, but he was nowhere to be found. Another man saw me in distress and offered to help me. After what seemed an eternity, his smiling face announced with gestures my taxi was coming. I was relieved. After my first ride, I was hooked. I started taking Grab anywhere I went. What made it more interesting to me was the use of motorbikes by this company. You can request a bike and it will arrive with an extra helmet willing to take you anywhere. I couldn’t believe myself. I was riding motorbikes with strangers who didn’t understand what I was saying in a foreign country. The voice of my dad came to my mind many times, but I never felt insecure. I was feeling free! Maybe soon I will start believing I am brave. As for now, I just think I am happy and that’s all I need to know.