The Weirdest Place I Hid My Cash

I cut slits into my insoles and slid my emergency cash inside. Not because I’m paranoid—just tired of the tiny panic every time I check my bag for my wallet. It’s not glamorous. It’s sweaty, a little desperate, and it works. I’ve watched hostel roommates rifle through backpacks that weren’t theirs. I’ve stood in markets where hands move faster than eyes. The first time I needed that hidden bill, I felt both clever and ridiculous, peeling off my shoe in a bathroom stall. But I got home safe, and the money stayed mine. It’s not a hack. It’s just what you do when you want to keep moving. #TravelHacksThatWork #SoloTravelTruth #KeepItReal #Travel