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Confessions of an Introverted Traveler

A few years ago, back when I was working in an office with too little natural light, I had a memorable conversation with my company's HR person.

It had to do with the way different people cultivate their personal energy. Her message was simple, and I've respected it ever since.

Extroverts gain their energy from being with other people, and likely feel something is missing during times when they're alone.

Natural introverts, such as myself, gain their energy in the absence of other people, and then proceed to expend it while attending social events or hanging out with friends/partners.

As a result of that conversation, I learned to allow myself time alone without feeling guilty about it. 

It can be a slippery slope, however, as I've used this concept in the past to be anti-social at times (especially in the year running up to my RTW trip).

Entrance to Hostal San Blas in Getsemani.

Entrance to Hostal San Blas in Getsemani.

Upon arriving in Cartagena, I visited several hostels in search of one with the best price for a private room. 

In the past, when given the choice between a sub-$10 dorm bed, and a private room, I'd choose the dorm bed 99% of the time. 

I might spend my money on good restaurant meals while traveling, however, I was always willing to take a cheap bed in an effort to balance out such pleasures.

My priorities were clearly different on this trip.

I'd flown to Colombia 36 hours after a long weekend of hardcore networking and socializing at TBEX.  It was immensely fun, though draining.

I was as excited to feel a sense of independence again, as I was to visit Cartagena.

In 2009, I spent the first half of the year couchsurfing in Europe, living in a party hostel in Medellin, and sharing a 3-bedroom apartment in Envigado. 

Returning home to the USA, I lived with my parents for 11 months. 

Trips to Los Angeles and New York City involved staying as a guest with someone, and Rwanda was a whirlwind of overnight flights and hotel rooms, albeit comfortable ones.

Room 201 at Hotel Villa Colonial

Room 201 at Hotel Villa Colonial

Cartagena became my chance to decompress not just from the socializing at TBEX, I realized, but from more than a year of being dependent on others for a roof over my head.

I'm grateful for those who've hosted me (in particular my parents!), but I've missed the feeling of having my own space, no matter how small or minimally decorated.

So after staying in two hostels with noisy common areas (in the form of open-air courtyards), I settled into room 201 at the Hotel Villa Colonial. 

All of the rooms featured fans, air-conditioning, cable TV, free Wi-Fi, and private bathrooms, however it was Villa Colonial's small balcony that turned room 201 into a makeshift apartment to me.

Ironically, it's the balcony that makes the room far noisier then the ones at the other two hostels combined.

View from my balcony at Villa Colonial.

View from my balcony at Villa Colonial.

Every morning, I awake to the sounds of men walking along the street below, shouting “pescado, pescado” (fish) or a variety of fresh fruits, “mango, papaya!”

I brush the sleep from my eyes, turn the fan up a notch, and unlock the balcony doors. 

Swinging them open, my corner room is flooded with fresh air, sunlight, and the sounds of life in the neighborhood. 

In the afternoons, vallenato music reverberates from a bar down the narrow street.

Dogs bark, residents chat, teenagers practice their skateboard tricks, and every Sunday night is an impromptu block party as people hang out in the streets, drinking beers and enjoying the remnants of their weekend before going back to school or work the next day.

The inner streets of Getsemani aren't as clean and pretty as old Cartagena; there are homeless people laying out, drug-dealing prostitutes on one corner in the evenings, and some scrawny looking dogs and cats, however I've yet to feel threatened. 

There is a police presence once the sun goes down, and the density of hostels in such a small radius means the locals are used to foreigners, and vice versa.

All of the hostels in Getsemani feature interior courtyards like this one at Hotel Villa Colonial.

All of the hostels in Getsemani feature interior courtyards like this one at Hotel Villa Colonial.

In my prior travels, I would always look for hostels with social common areas in order to meet other travelers.

After two weeks in my private room, I'm hooked on the ability to casually observe local life via the sounds of the street below, while writing, tweeting, watching World Cup matches from bed, and generally enjoying my own thoughts and company.

At times, I've felt self-indulgent or lazy. Shouldn't I be out exploring? 

Going to the beautiful Playa Blanca (beach) via boat, or slathering myself in mud at a nearby volcano? 

I'm not a guidebook writer, nor am I “on assignment” for someone else, so the answer I've come up with is a resounding “no.”

And to me, therein lies the beauty and freedom afforded to travel bloggers.


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Donna Miller

Saturday 3rd of June 2017

It's so nice to read a travel blogger's article from an introvert's perspective. I'm one too. I often feel like I'm being anti-social in my life in general and when I travel. The more I learn about introversion, and myself, the better I get at doing the things I need to re-energize, so that I can step out among people and be more social. I'd love to see more articles on traveling and connecting to people and opportunities as an introvert.


Friday 9th of September 2011

Hi David –   I realize that this is an old post, but I just stumbled on it and wanted to comment.   In 2007, after a very bad year, I dumped everything and fled to Thailand.  I originally had ambitious plans to sail and SCUBA dive and surf.  In the end, I wound up renting a lounge chair on the beach (Kata, Karon), drinking beer and reading.  For that matter, some mornings, I spent holed up in my room, much like you (though I was watching cartoons, not the World Cup).   I felt guilty that I was wasting time and not “Taking Advantage of the Situation” (Read:  Mingling with the locals and partying with other travellers).  Upon relaying this to my friends after I returned to the US, the responses were uniform:  “You don’t know how good that sounds” and “Oh, what I’d give to spend a month lying on the beach, drinking beer and reading”.  Now, a few years older and wiser, I guess my only regret is…well…that I had regret.  I can look back and see that was exactly what my introverted self needed - peace, quite and solitude.

Live and learn, no?


Friday 9th of September 2011

Hey Boat Dude, thanks for reading. I can def relate to what you're saying. I still struggle with this, especially now that I work while I travel. If I'm in my room working, I feel guilty I'm not out seeing the town. If I'm out seeing the town, I think about getting behind in my work.

But always with the benefit of hindsight, things seem to work out as they're supposed to, and I can appreciate trying to create a balanced experience better.


Thursday 6th of January 2011

My eyes water to read about your experience in my country and to see your photographs! Thank you for visiting Colombia.


Saturday 31st of July 2010

I'd say I go in waves too, and I've learned to allow that to happen, rather than fight it.


Saturday 31st of July 2010

Hey Dave,

Nice post! I did the same thing when I was in Durban. After three weeks of travelling with two friends constantly at my side, I was ready for some alone time to get work done and do a bit of decompressing. I loved travelling with my buddies but I also love 'me' time, so it was a good balance to do a bit of both.

I found myself hibernating a lot of the time in a single room at a hostel, emerging only to cook dinner and watch the World Cup matches in the hostel bar. I felt pretty lame, I'll admit, but I got a lot of work done and I really didn't mind so much that I was being pretty anti-social.

I tend to go in waves of either working a lot and doing my own thing or wanting to get out and meet new people. I've had about 10 days of working hard with a bit of social stuff thrown in and I think I like the balance.

I like this post... it's something I don't think I've ever seen discussed before!


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