Originally Posted by porkandcorn
thursday, march 7, 2013 - bedtime
this traveling alone stuff is complicated. every place that i visit, i have a deep desire to connect with the people around me. but for the most part, whether or not that happens is not up to me, the traveler. it is primarily up to those around me - and whether or not they feel the need to connect with another stranger who is more "a stranger" than they are.
it seems odd, but it's true. it's not always bad. sometimes, you have fantastic encounters with new people (like the riders from argentina, or the family than ran the beach bar in uruguay) that give you existential fuel for days or weeks. sometimes, a random stranger "throws you a bone", maybe sits down to have a beer with you, or just asks where you are from and where you are going. you really start to appreciate human contact for what it is - one person connecting with another person. it's a simple, but very important thing that i have taken for granted in my normal life back in the united states.
and other times, there is no contact - there is only yourself. you wander alone. you have only yourself to entertain, to blame for your loneliness, to thank for your courage, to admire, to speak to (in your head)…
it's an odd back and forth between being comfortable with your independence, and being tortured by it. here in san pedro, 99% of the people i see are traveling in pairs, in groups, with friends, with lovers, with family. and they do this for a reason - traveling solo is very, very difficult at times. it pushes you to the edges of your comfort zone, to a place where many of us prefer never to venture. i've been in that place for 2 months now.
i only mention this now because i was thinking about it during dinner - not because i'm sad, or feeling lonely. its just a very different existence - that's all. when i'm overwhelmed, i take a deep breath, and think about how fortunate i am to be able to do what i'm doing. i chose to travel this path alone. and i always come back to this place, willfully.
this is how i feel right now. maybe tomorrow, i'll feel different, better, worse - it really doesn't matter. i know that in some way, even if it is incalculable now, this experience is enriching me in ways that i'll only understand much later, after it's all done. i'm in the trenches now. the beautiful, exotic trenches of a foreign land on a real-deal adventure. adventuring for the sake of adventuring…
Interesting. The feeling I think is pretty much the same everywhere you go, doesn't matter if it happens in the U.S. , Chile or other countries. It is you and the others.
Part I think must be because of the language barrier and the other what others are open to engage in a conversation. Riders on a trip, move to fast from place to place, always giving them only 48 hours in between to stop and settle foe a while. We are strangers on a bike, souls on the run and others have this perception of us.
Chileans among other societies and not really open to strangers, not because of fear. They are like that because of their education, I think it has to be for respect to each other, people just don't talk with strangers on the streets. European way of being I think.
Tropical societies are far more open with others. Just watch them on a party and how loud the music it is, you know immediately. Just go to Boston and then Miami, you know it!
It is true that in these days, lack of human interaction is becoming more and more the norm. People are in their phones, facebook, ear plugs, and secluded on their computers. Too busy with themselves.