That is a whole other story, but you can read about it here. I suppose I should tell you that it was around the same time that I found my home. Even just pictures with my phone, which I still carry with me everywhere like any other person these days. If you followed me on social media and could actually keep track of me amongst the noise that is social media, you would have seen that I stopped posting.Īnd not only did I stop posting, I stopped taking pictures. I was the solo traveler who took selfies and photos. I wouldn’t do that as a solo female traveler. ![]() Okay, almost anything, because here’s a funny aside: one time, this guy once wandered into the jungle in Indonesia to live with jungle guards and see orangutans in the wild while living off the floor and not having any connection to the outside world. As I took hours and hours of video selfies and countless photo selfies, I was showing that even though I was a solo female traveler, I could do anything a guy could do. I even built my brand for Where is Emma the Nomad? on the selfie. I went to some amazing places and owned my selfie. I even wrote a blog post about it.Īnd I posted them-I mean, not excessively, but what else was I going to do with my pictures? I always wrote something profound-or at least, profound to me-under my pictures and made sure they didn’t come across as bragging or showing off. Then my travel exploded, and I was travelling on my own almost 95% of the time. I made my friend and travel buddy take dozens of selfies with me: selfies when we were tired on the bus, selfies in front of the temples, selfies on our motorbikes with our dorky helmets. Then, when I travelled in South East Asia in the mid 2000s, I discovered the selfie. During my first real big trip to Africa, I took what was the equivalent of 1,000 pictures on film, and out of those pics, maybe 12 were good enough to show other people. And as the years moved on and my cameras got better and my trips got cooler and the technology changed, I evolved with it. ![]() I don’t want to see those.” (This really wasn’t that long ago, you know.)Īnyway, I was that girl with a camera taking pictures everywhere I went. “Oh no, Phil, they are probably going to take out the slide deck and show us their pictures from Hawaii. ![]() There were constant jokes about having to look at other people’s holiday photos. In the early to mid-nineties there was no social media, no posting, no sharing selfies – heck, we didn’t even have the word “selfie.” We had photo albums to share in an in-person setting. I loved to take pictures, and I have boxes and boxes of photos from my trips-photos of god knows what, but it was everything. Over the years, as technology and my skills improved, I upgraded to various cameras. It was a while ago, so it was one of those slim film cameras, and I took it everywhere. I was probably six years old when I got my first camera.
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