I'm never more alive than when I travel alone.
I love being in the mountains and experiencing the intensity of watching big birds of prey, camera in hand, with nothing but the sound of the breeze and the brightness of the sky.
When I head down to resupply, I enjoy speaking to people I've never met before, I'm a raconteur by nature and making new friends is easy for me, but I camp for free up outside the village, and head away again before the darkness descends. I light a small fire and contemplate the night before turning in for a good sleep before rising at first light and moving on before the heat of the day gets oppressive.
Now though, I've found a partner who seems to appreciate the same sort of minimalist approach. I still walk at my own pace, but have more time to look around while my lady catches up and rests. We talk awhile then head on.
It's all the best.