I haven’t traveled solo since I spent a month in India in 2013. I’ve been plenty of places since then—London, Reykjavik, Dublin, Paris—but they’ve been trips shared with friends or family. Which are lovely in their own way, of course. Traveling alone, though…there’s something wonderful about the solo trip, and I’ve been itching for another one recently. I’d been mulling on where I might go next for ages. Australia still ranks high up there. And Japan is starting to creep up my list, too. But then a few months ago, I spent a weekend on a Netflix binge, enjoying the hell out of every episode of Somebody Feed Phil, the…