How travel helped me overcome loneliness and anxiety

Cassam Looch
6 min readSep 26, 2022

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As someone who travels for a living, I’m obviously going to sing the praises of exploring new destinations as often as you can. I’m thankfully back in a position where I can talk about the benefits of travelling abroad and even encourage others to do so as well, but it wasn’t always that way. Here’s how a trip to Iceland with a group of strangers got me over a bout of travel anxiety and post-covid loneliness.

I’m finally back travelling, but it was a long journey

Towards the end of 2019 — yes, I know that sounds like a lifetime ago now — I was in a pretty good place. I had just completed an epic video series, travelled to dozens of countries and the office Christmas party was on the way. Thinking I could squeeze one more trip in before the end of the year, I managed to get an invite to Macau for one of the glitziest film festivals on the calendar and merrily packed my bags for a week in Asia. As I was on the tube heading to Heathrow, however, a sudden feeling of dread consumed me. I couldn’t explain it, but I had to get off the train as quickly as possible and get some fresh air. As hard as I tried, nothing could convince me to get back on the tube and on that flight. It was a panic attack and a scary one at that. Luckily, work were completely understanding and made all the necessary calls and emails to smooth things out.

At the time, I put it down to exhaustion and the possible stress of long haul travel. In retrospect it’s tempting to say it was a preemptive measure against travelling to a Covid region (the virus had just started being reported on), but if I’m honest it would be a stretch. I just didn’t feel like I could get on that plane.

A few short haul flights later, and I had all but forgotten about the previous incident. It was early 2020, the virus was a growing concern internationally and I was on my way back from Egypt. All of a sudden, there it was again — that feeling of dread. I was already on the plane this time, so there was nothing I could do, but as soon as I landed, I cancelled an upcoming ski trip to the US. This was becoming a very real problem. Was I a travel journalist who couldn’t travel? How would that work?

Dreams of Matera

And then the lockdowns rolled in. No travel for anyone, and my small problems didn’t seem to matter anymore. I was still anxious about the prospect of travel, probably more so now with masks and tests becoming necessary, but who knew when we would be back in the air? A growing sense of loneliness, which I know a lot of people shared, was also becoming a concern. I used to love travelling, but now I couldn’t go anywhere. And even when restrictions eventually lifted, would I be able to get over my worries and actually board that plane?

Having been on all sorts of trips with colleagues, journalists, friends, partners, family and on my own, one thing I had never contemplated was going on a trip with a group of complete strangers. It was now January 2022, and I had the chance to join one such group adventure with a trip to Iceland. If I was going to get back to doing what I love the most, this was going to be a crucial part of that process. As I packed my thermals, got in the taxi to the airport and checked my boarding pass I felt a little apprehensive. Was this too big a leap into the unknown for my first big trip back? I got to the airport in plenty of time and as I was about to put my luggage through there was a notification on my phone. My flight was delayed by six hours because the plane could not leave Reykjavik due to the high winds being too strong for the crew to close the doors in the cabin safely.

I decided to book myself into one of the premium lounges at the airport, not something I would usually do. One of the few upsides around a long break from commuting and travel was that I’d ended up putting away some savings — so why not treat myself to a bit of comfort? In fact, I had planned out my trip to do a bit more of that. Rather than joining the group for the trip straightaway, I was going to add two additional days at the start of my journey to spend in downtown Reykjavik in a fancy hotel to acclimate. There was still some apprehension about joining up with a group that I had never met before, but I figured that we were all in the same boat and about to go on an adventure together. Let’s be honest, Iceland isn’t a bad place for that.

The solo part of my trip was as relaxing as I had hoped. I was basically over the anxiety thanks to a well-planned few days and, to be honest, the luxury of a great hotel. For the first time in almost two years I was able to enjoy a buffet breakfast and come back from a day out to a room that was freshly serviced. It’s always the small things you miss first when you’re back from your travels.

Inspiration in Iceland

I packed up and walked a short distance to meet the group for a five day adventure into the Icelandic wilderness. As much fun as solo travelling can be, I think I’m ultimately more comfortable sharing the experience with other people. Besides, how else am I going to get all those amazing pictures of me for my Instagram?

As nervous as I was walking into the hotel lobby trying to pick out other members of my group, I was comforted by the thought of everyone having exactly the same worries. Meeting up with the first group who had arrived just before me, we quickly made our introductions and simultaneously breathed a huge sigh of relief. Hannah and Megan were friends from the US who had decided to take the plunge and go on a bucket-list trip to Iceland. It was only in talking to other people that different elements of the trip became apparent. For me this was about going to Iceland to get back on the proverbial horse but for others this was about going on a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. Meeting up with the rest of the group I found out how some travellers were keen to see the Northern Lights while others were there to just travel after years at home due to Covid restrictions. As the conversations flowed and friendships forged, I began to appreciate elements of the itinerary I had totally overlooked before.

When I got back from Iceland, I began planning more trips. I have subsequently travelled to dozens of countries as part of groups and with friends. My most recent trip to Puglia was up there with the best, and I’m not sure it would have happened without that first group trip to Iceland. I’m not just a more confident traveller now, but I also appreciate the parts of a trip that I might have previously overlooked.

Originally published at https://theculturetrip.com on September 26, 2022.

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Cassam Looch

Film and TV writer. Die Hard obsessive. Twitter: @cassamlooch