Cairo at 2AM: the city never sleeps, but I did—on a plastic airport chair, clutching my bag like a lifeline. Everyone talks about the pyramids, the Nile, the ‘energy’ of ancient stones. No one mentions the dust in your throat, the way the call to prayer echoes through your bones, or how loneliness hits hardest when you’re surrounded by a thousand strangers. I thought Egypt would be a reset. Instead, it was a mirror. I was still me, just sweatier, quieter, watching my reflection in shop windows and hotel lobbies. The real souvenirs? A cracked phone screen, a notebook full of half-finished thoughts, and the realization that you can’t outrun yourself, even in a place older than memory. #Travel #TravelConfession #SoloTravelTruth