Dragon riding was the only way to travel. It was something she had decided as soon as she had seen the world from Odahviing's back. Even though she had been on her way to face an evil world-eating dragon, she had loved every second of the ride. Odahviing hadn't been wrong when he had told her that her envy of the Dov would increase.
After they had reached Skuldafn, she had climbed down from Odahviing's back with great reluctance. She had decided that if she made it back from Sovngarde, she would ask the dragon if she could ride on his back more often. That's exactly the thing she did after she had defeated Alduin. Odahviing seemed amused by her request, but he did not deny it to her. They flew away from the Throat of the World together.
The best part of being able to ride a dragon wasn't the view, though. Even though it was exhilarating to see the world the way the Dov did. No, the best part was landing on a city's walls or the roof of wherever the Jarl lived. All the guardsmen would come running with their bows drawn and yelling for people to hide inside their homes. Then the guards would see that Odahviing wasn't attacking anyone or destroying anything. They always had the most confused look on their faces. They never knew if they should fire on the dragon, so they would stand there with their bows drawn and do nothing. Eventually one of them would spy her sitting on Odahviing's back and call out to her, confused. She would wave at them, slide down from her perch, jump to the ground, call a farewell to Odahviing in Dovahzul, and stroll off as if nothing happened. As soon as she had found a place where she was alone she would crack up with laughter. The look on their faces was perfect! Dragon riding really was the only way to travel in Skyrim.