Solo travel consulting
Travel Consultancy for those who are ready, or almost ready. Your journey, your way — solo, together, or somewhere in between.
Who I am
I'm Frosina — and I grew up dreaming of seeing the world.
The ideas I had at five years old seemed far-fetched to those around me. But deep down, I always knew. I knew I would travel the world, and I knew it would matter.
The biggest shift came around 2012, when I realised something that changed everything: I didn't have to wait for anyone. I didn't have to travel on someone else's timeline, fit into someone else's idea of what a trip should look like, or hold back until the stars aligned and everyone's schedules matched. I could go — on my own terms, in my own direction, at my own pace.
The moment that landed, I felt it. Wings. A freedom I hadn't known before.
In the years since, I've done it all. Simple adventures and high-end luxury escapes. Solo trips, trips for two, trips for six. 60+ countries across every kind of landscape, culture, and comfort level. I've lost myself in different cultures, discovered the endless palettes of the world's cuisines, found like-minded people in the most unexpected places, and stood in some of the most remote corners of the earth wondering how I ever almost didn't come.
I know what it feels like to plan for one. And I know what it takes to coordinate for many.
So when you come to me — whether you're nervous about your first solo trip, planning a romantic getaway for two, or organising something special for a group — I know exactly where you're standing. I've stood there too.
The Untravelled exists to help you take that step, at whatever level you need. A conversation to get you started. A destination matched to who you are. A partial or full itinerary, handled for you. You choose how much support you want — I'll be there for all of it.
Your level of comfort. Your pace. Your journey.
"The world opens differently when there's no one else deciding which door to walk through."
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What I offer
From boutique guesthouses to five-star hotels — I've experienced it all. I specialise in mid to high-end travel, curated to your style and pace. Whether you want curated comfort or pure luxury, I'll match the experience to you.
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Often pays for itself twofold in deals from hotel connections used.
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Through my lens
Colombia
"The breakthrough. My first solo trip, and the wings I never lost."
Colombia · Bogotá
"I booked a flight, reserved a room for two nights, and let the rest unfold."
Antarctica
"Where silence spoke in ways only the soul can hear. If I can take you anywhere, this will be the place."
Where should you go?
Answer 4 quick questions and I'll suggest the right starting point for you.
What's your biggest concern about travelling alone?
What kind of trip sounds most like you?
How long is your first trip likely to be?
What's your rough budget for the trip?
Are you open to travelling across continents?
Where are you based? (Your starting point)
Safe, walkable, and full of culture.
Incredibly safe and endlessly fascinating.
Solo-friendly with stunning nature.
Stories from the road
I can't fully explain why I chose Colombia. There was something about salsa, I think. So I booked a flight, reserved a room, and let the rest unfold.
The warnings were real. So was the magic. An honest account of solo travel in a city that surprises you at every turn — and why it was absolutely worth it.
Read more →A practical, personal guide to one of the world's most stunning — and most misunderstood — cities for first-time solo visitors.
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All three are exactly the right moment to get in touch. The first call is free, there's no commitment, and I promise I won't try to sell you anything you don't need.
Tell me where you are and where you'd like to go. We'll figure out the rest together.
Thank you — I'll be in touch within 48 hours. The world is waiting. ✈
Where I've been
60+ countries and counting — update this list with your own.
I can't fully explain why I chose Colombia for my first solo trip. There was something about salsa, I think — a pull I couldn't quite articulate. So I did what I'd later learn is the only way to start: I booked a flight to Bogotá, reserved a private room in a local hostel for two nights, and let the rest unfold.
On my first morning, the owner of the hostel offered to show me the city — from the back of his motorbike. I said yes before I had time to think about it. That was the moment I understood what solo travel actually means. No one to consult. No compromise. Just yes or no, and the city rushing past you.
I made it up to Monserrate on the teleférico, stood at 3,152 metres above Bogotá, and completely forgot that the sun doesn't play by the same rules at altitude. The burn on my neck reminded me for a week. On Sunday morning I laced up my trainers and joined the ciclovía — the city closing its main avenues to cars so that locals can run, cycle and breathe. I ran alongside Bogotános who do this every single week, and I thought: this is why you travel.
Then came Manizales — and that was the real surprise.
Everyone was heading to Salento. The coffee region's poster child, beautiful and beloved and full of travellers comparing itineraries. I opened a map, saw Manizales sitting in the same mountains, found an Avianca flight for thirty euros, and booked it before I could change my mind.
On the plane I sat next to a gentleman from Manizales who had been living in Panama for years. By the time we landed he had told me everything about his city — and then, in the way that only happens when you travel alone, he simply showed up the next day and introduced me to his friends. One of the most fun nights of my trip followed, in a city I had chosen on a whim from a map.
A few days later, sitting in a hairdresser's chair, a woman leaned over and said: I have a finca. You should come and visit. A girl I'd met along the way came with me. One bus, one truck, and some walking later, we arrived — and had one of the best days of the entire journey. Manizales welcomed me with open arms. It cradled me, loved me, and left me with memories I have never lost.
From there, Medellín. Friends of friends had been told I was coming, and they made time — real time — to share their city with me. We drove through neighbourhoods that carried the weight of a complicated history, and they spoke openly about growing up during Escobar's era, the fear, the loss, the resilience it took to rebuild a city and a life. They didn't have to share any of that. They chose to. Then we went and danced salsa until the early hours, because that's also Medellín — beauty and darkness and joy, all at once.
After that came Santa Marta, Minca, Cartagena, Cali, Popayán. Each place brought its own people — some connected through friends already in my world, others appearing from nowhere and becoming travel companions I still think about. Everywhere I went, someone made time. Someone shared their world.
I was lucky. I know that. The right people kept showing up on my path — on motorbikes, on planes, in hairdressers' chairs, at salsa clubs, on dusty roads to mountain fincas.
And that experience never left me.
It's the reason The Untravelled exists. Because I want to be exactly that for you — the person who opens the door. Not just a list of places to visit, but a guide to why those places matter, what they feel like from the inside, and who you might become when you let the world in.
You don't have to go alone in the dark. I've walked those roads. Let me show you the way.
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