On travelling alone: a lonely girl in lonely Lisbon

Despite considering myself a seasoned traveller (or at least reasonably well-travelled for someone of my ripe young age), I had never braved the daunting experience of setting out on a trip totally and utterly alone. That was until recently, when by a twist of fate I was confronted with the specter of spending what seemed like a catastrophic two nights alone in Lisbon. Pondering the thought, I found myself suddenly unstuck and utterly perplexed with images of wandering aimlessly in a strange and unknown place, no company to share it with and no safety net to fall back on. The neurotic side of my personality began a frantic scramble to fill the vast expanse of lonesome hours I foresaw unfolding like a barren wasteland ahead of me: contacting couchsurfing Lisbon groups, writing lists and planning my days down to the minute, researching eateries where it might be ‘acceptable’ to sit alone with a book, etc ad nauseum.

A little overdramatic, right? Indeed it was, particularly in hindsight.

The fact is, I loved travelling alone. Arriving in sunny Lisbon and slowly making my way to my accommodation, I suddenly felt a wave of calm and total relaxation, content with the sense that, at that moment in time, the world was my oyster. The possibilities which before had seemed daunting and frightening suddenly became expansive and liberating. I set out on my own, into the wild unknown, following my instincts and my whims, and completely unhindered by incompatible travel mates, other people’s hunger pangs, or the touristic drive for ‘entertainment’ and ‘sight collecting’.

Beautiful architecture, spotted by simply looking up (easier to do when alone!)
Stunning view over Graça

My experience of travelling alone was one of transforming from a tourist into a nomad. Sitting in the shady nooks and crannies of Lisbon’s Castelo de São Jorge lazily watching the local clown troupes practice their moves, I giggled at the tourists who were marching through the grounds like soldiers on a mission. Taking the tram to Belém – headphones in, no fixed time schedule, and a look of insouciance on my face – I exchanged sympathetic glances with old Portuguese couples who were shooting daggers at the gaggles of loud, sunburned tourists clogging the ticket machines and loudly complaining about how they didn’t give change. I felt, for the first time, a sense of ‘me versus them’ and a desire to get away from the tourists, to detach myself from time, to blend in and to observe.

Castelo de São Jorge
Sunshade inside the castle
Clown students practicing inside the castle grounds

It was also a profoundly social experience. Instead of dining alone, feeling like a stranded child at a roadside diner, everywhere I went people came up to me and offered to keep me company, show me around, or simply check in to see that I was okay. I met a local tapas/wine bar owner who on my first day took me on a several-hour walking tour of Lisbon and its bars, ending at the gallery opening of Jose Saramago’s neice. We exchanged life stories and he explained life in Lisbon to me, including how he and his wife have felt the effects of the economic crisis on their business and their lifestyle. The waiter at a riverside café started up a casual conversation and asked if I needed any company. He taught me how to say a few token Portuguese phrases and introduced me to strawberry caiprioskas. I’m sure that this experience is slightly different or at least easier for a young woman than for male or older travelers, with many more unsolicited approaches from men of various guises, but I have a feeling that solo travelers of all stripes will find it much easier to fraternise with the locals than if they had been in groups or even couples.

Tradição do Vinho, where I met my kind host for the weekend
Eating alone with a beautiful view - hard to feel sad or lonely!

Finally, travelling alone opened my eyes like never before. At the risk of sounding like an utter cliché, when you remove the distractions, the safety net and the constant chatter that comes with travel companions, you tend to ponder more on the background and texture of the city you are in, and begin to see what ‘real’ life might be like. Insead of seeing only the beautiful monuments and picturesque vistas, the decrepit and empty buildings also begin to come to light (my newfound local friend informed me that 40% of the downtown buildings are currently empty). You notice the graffiti everywhere decrying the economic situation in a country which is on the brink of ruin: ‘CRISE’ (crisis) was scrawled 6 or 7 times across a paste-up advertisement for the museum of coaches, contrasting the old world opulence of Portugal at its imperial peak with the destitution and decrepitude which is slowly enveloping the city. You remark on the repetitious ‘aviso’ eviction notices slapped on numerous empty shells of buildings that were lived in once-upon-a-time, spray-painted angrily with the call to action: “Aqui Poder Viver Gente” (“People could be living here“). Walking to the well-known Padrao dos Descobrimentos (Discovery Monument), I was struck by its slightly derelict setting, plonked as it is in the middle of a highway, backdropped by a gas station and fishermen trying to catch their dinner, and surrounded by broken, boarded buildings sprouting weeds (albeit in equal measure as swanky cocktail bars overflowing with tourists and well-to-do locals).

Boarded up buildings
Monuments and highways
Padrao dos Descobrimentos
Old world opulence vs. new world crisis

Despite this picture I paint of a quiet, laid-back, economically broken city well past its heyday, traveling alone allowed me to revel at length in Lisbon’s slow pace and slightly bohemian vibe, and my final impression is that of a stunningly beautiful place that will stay close to my heart long after hitting the tarmac and returning to real life. The fantastic seafood, the street parties and celebratory atmosphere, the incredible hospitality and warmth of the people, the quaint cobblestones and colourful tiles, and the simple sense of space and time that is afforded in a city that is not crawling with tourists, combine to make Lisbon a more-than-memorable experience, and a city I will most certainly return to. It has inspired in me a thirst for solo travel and I have a feeling that there is plenty more where that came from.

The moon rising over the bridge and Cristo Redentor statue, Belém
Beautiful fresh seafood at Ramiro
Cracked but intricate tiling
Street party, Bairro Alto
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  1. Where is the restaurant where you took the photo entitled “eating alone with a beautiful view”. I am travelling to Lisbon this weekend, alone, and I found this a very helpful blog entry 🙂

    • Hi Kat,
      Thanks for your comment! It is behind the shipping containers at Cais do Sodré ferry terminal, but I was in Lisbon again last weekend and unfortunately it looks like it’s been packed up for the winter! I can suggest “Meninos do Rio” in Belém for similar laid-back waterside dining. And please do visit “Tradiçao do Vinho” near the castle (see picture) if you feel like a glass of wine and some tapas with good music and good company. My friend André, the owner, will take good care of you and recommend you some places!
      Enjoy – it’s such a beautiful city!
      – Jess

      • Hi-
        I came across your blog. Thanks for sharing your experience about Lisbon. I’m actually traveling in July to Barcelona and Paris but was thinking about skipping Paris (been there a bunch) and checking out Lisbon. I’m traveling alone and no absolutely nothing about Lisbon. Can you give me some input?
        Thanks,
        Julie 🙂

  2. Hi….I am thinking of going to Lisbon for 3 nights by myself. Was just wondering where you stayed? x

    • Hi! I stayed at Lisbon Dreams Guesthouse and would recommend. Beautiful place and well-located for not much money (shared bathrooms but no issue). Lovely breakfast too!

      • Hi

        I found this very interesting. I often think about going to lisbon alone but always seem to find excuses not to go I think it’s the fear of going alone. How did you pluck up the courage just to go alone?

  3. Hi, what I would like to know is did you go for some Fado alone? HOw does that work at night? I travel alone a lot but I rarely go out and fado is sth I wouldn’t like to miss xx

    • You can definitely go alone. The fado bars are small and intimate so a good place to just soak up the atmosphere or to meet people. You usually sit around the edges of the room on bar stools or on tables and the fado singer sings in the midst of the crowd…at least that was my experience. Alfalfa near the castle is the best place for it. Good luck!

  4. You really learn so much about yourself when you travel by yourself as you are away from the family and friends. It was the hardest thing to get used to. However, we talked every day with travelsim, I felt lonely.

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