Travelling alone comes with certain assumptions; you’ll eat by yourself, you’ll be the odd one out, and everyone else will already have their person while you’re left hovering awkwardly on the edge of conversations.
Those assumptions felt particularly relevant as I stepped aboard Notus, a traditional wooden Turkish gulet that would be my home for the next week, taking me along the Gulf of Gökova. There was no fixed itinerary; I only knew I’d start and finish the journey in Bodrum.
