A woman
on the roads.

At 17, I spent two months walking across Israel with everything on my back. My first solo trip had been at 15. I wanted more.

Australia was where I learned how much I could actually handle. An old van. Dirt roads. No idea whether the road ahead went on for ten kilometres or a thousand.

Enough water? Something broken? My problem to figure out. Sometimes that meant fixing things myself. Sometimes it meant asking for help.

Slowly, I started trusting myself. I could deal with things I’d never done before.

Coming back to Israel was a hard landing. Then came Sri Lanka, local buses and food that made me sweat. Bangkok became home for over a year. Eventually, I packed up my pink scooter and rode to Pai.

These days, I work in content and marketing while I travel. Sometimes I stay for months. Sometimes I keep moving. There’s room for both.