I don't think I over-exaggerate dangers in my mind... I mean, I know I'm a bit over-anxious, but largely it's not prohibitively so - I mean, I'm over here, aren't I? and have explored plenty on my own, and nothing bad has happened to me.

I think what I'm getting at is that I'm pissed off that my inner voice is on this stuff is due to what are really disparate attitudes when it comes to the personal safety of women and men when travelling alone.

The vast majority of the time, yeah, I do manage to convince myself that I'm not surrounded by non-decent people, and do get out and explore a lot. I'm not frustrated by the thought that i'm not safe, but by the fact that i feel like i have to constantly question whether i am.

Yup, got the sock email, yay! I am going to give you my address when I get to London, as I'm only short-term here.