I tend to travel alone often (Domestic & internationally) my wife gave up on me years ago, sleep deprivation, dehydration, are strangely not appealing to her. Sleeping in strange places like Hostels, along roadside, I contribute to my Carny days in West Texas. It's almost a right of passage to have visited Hospital in a foreign lands (Thailand- Motorbike accident, Philippines- Vomiting uncontrollably...Twice!).
Back in 83-84 living in New Mexico, I'd hitchhike from Taos to Angle Fire during winter where I worked making snow. 85-86, I pretended to be a cowboy on cattle ranch, kicked my ass but I really enjoyed the experience! I've been run over, hit in the head hard enough to lose a week, gun/knives pointed at me, was even mugged once... I've got more lives then a Tomcat. Death doesn't kill you, doing nothing does.
Shit happens. You're for a good time. Not a long time.