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Gen Z Is Booking Trips With Zero Plan on Purpose and It's Quietly Winning

The no-plan travel trend Gen Z swears by sounds like chaos to anyone who color-codes a spreadsheet. I tried it — flights only, zero itinerary — and the over-planner in me is annoyed at how well it worked.

The no-plan travel trend Gen Z has fully embraced — booking the flight and then, deliberately, nothing else — is the kind of thing that makes a person like me break out in hives. I plan. I have a spreadsheet with tabs. I once color-coded a four-day Bologna trip by walking radius. So when my younger cousin told me she’d flown to Portugal with a return ticket, a backpack, and no booked bed for night two, I genuinely thought she’d lose her mind. She had the best week of her year. I was furious. So I tried it.

The slang is a bit much (they call it “raw-dogging” the trip, which, sure) but the idea is clean: you book the flights, maybe the first night’s accommodation, and then you refuse to decide anything else in advance. No itinerary. No pre-booked tours. No “9am: museum, 11am: walking tour.” You land and you figure it out as you go, day by day, based on weather, mood, and whatever someone in a hostel kitchen tells you is good.

To the over-planner brain this reads as recklessness. To Gen Z it reads as freedom, and — this is the part that gets me — as sensible, because they’ve watched the rest of us spend trips frantically running between timed reservations like we’re auditing the city.

I went to Slovenia to test it. Flights and one night in Ljubljana booked. Nothing else. And here’s what I, a spreadsheet person, have to admit happened.

The cost dropped. I always assumed planning ahead saved money, and for flights it does, but on the ground? I ate where locals actually ate because I wandered into it, not where I’d pre-committed off a “best of” list. I changed plans when I heard about a lake from a guy named Matej at a coffee place near the river, and I’d never have found Bohinj on my own rigid schedule because my schedule didn’t have a Matej variable.

The flexibility paid off in a way a plan literally cannot. It rained one day, so I just… did the indoor day, and saved the hike for sun. My old self would’ve hiked in the rain because the spreadsheet said Tuesday was hike day. The plan would’ve made me miserable on schedule.

And the people. God, the people. When you don’t have a plan you’re forced to talk to humans — to ask, to follow, to say yes. I met more people in five unplanned days than in any meticulously-booked trip I’ve ever taken. Planning, it turns out, is partly a way of avoiding strangers. The no-plan crowd figured that out and we didn’t.

Now let me put my hives back on, because it’s not all freedom and lake guys named Matej.

It does NOT work in peak season for popular places. Show up in Florence in July with no booking and you’ll pay triple for a bad room at 9pm or sleep at the station. The no-plan thing relies on availability, and availability vanishes in high season. My cousin got lucky on timing. Luck is not a strategy you can repeat.

It’s harder solo-female and in places where moving around at night to find a bed isn’t safe. Be real about that. The trend looks great on a sunny feed and ignores that “figure it out at midnight” is a very different proposition depending on who you are and where you are.

And some things genuinely need booking — the one restaurant you actually care about, the timed-entry sight that sells out, the long-distance train that fills up. Raw-dogging those means missing them. There’s a reason I still book some stuff.

So here’s the hybrid I landed on, and honestly I think it’s better than either extreme. Plan the safety scaffolding, raw-dog the experience. Meaning: I book flights, the first night, any genuinely must-do timed thing, and I sort out how money and transit work before I land. That’s the skeleton. Then I leave the actual days — the where-do-I-eat, what-do-I-do, who-do-I-talk-to part — completely, gloriously empty.

The over-planners aren’t wrong about logistics. The no-plan kids aren’t wrong about everything else. The mistake my generation made was confusing a trip with an itinerary — treating the schedule as the point instead of the scaffolding. Gen Z just deleted the part that was never the point.

I’m not throwing out my spreadsheet. But it’s a lot emptier now. Mostly it’s flights, one hotel, and a note that says “ask someone.” Best travel advice I’ve stolen in years.

Book the flight. Book the first night. Then put the spreadsheet down and go get lost on purpose.

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