As a solo traveler, I’m used to planning and making every decision on a trip. I pick where I want to go and when I want to do it, where to eat, what museums to visit, and which to skip. I navigate roads, airports, and unfamiliar cities.
The choices are endless, and for the first trip of my life, I rarely had decisions to make — which felt like the biggest luxury of the trip.
Instead, staff members at each lodge made decisions for me. Peterlis Kibwana packed my itinerary each day at the Sigita Sabora Tented Camp. He suggested when we wake up for our game drives, what time my requested bush walk would take place, and when and where we would each lunch. There wasn’t a single thing I had to stress about.
Logolie Milya effortlessly navigated the area’s roads. There were no Google Maps, and there was no need for me to backseat drive. Instead, I was a passenger enjoying the sights for the few days in the bush.
My waiters and butlers at each lodge quickly learned my preferences. Once Micky learned I drink lattes in the morning, he made sure to have one waiting for me every day. When I wasn’t sure what entrée to pick, the staff were happy to make the call for me.
I could’ve been more decisive, but I didn’t have to be — and that was a luxury.
