So, I have to say that this is simply my own opinion and I shall give the other party the benefit of doubt.
The joy of travel is definitely enhanced by meeting all kinds of people with different personalities and characters. On solo travels, the people you meet can easily define your travel experience, making a trip go from blah to fun and exciting. Unfortunately, not everyone you meet will always be that way. I certainly found this out the hard way on my last few days in Sydney when I met the worst kind of people one could have met when traveling solo.
I was sharing a 4 bed hostel room with a group of 3 girls then who had seemed nice and friendly when we were chatting together. Normally, I would have preferred it if my room had more solo travelers as groups tend to be a bit inclusive and harder to know since they would be more comfortable within their circle of friends.
On my last day there though, the girls were thoughtful enough to invite me to join them as we were all planning to go to the beach. I thought that it was great they were so welcoming of a stranger. I readily exchanged numbers to get in touch later when we were at the beach since they were meeting another friend for lunch first.
So I messaged one of them when I arrived at the beach.
Received a reply letting me know they were still at lunch and will be there soon.
And so, I waited patiently while watching people around me.
When an hour passed, I thought they were probably delayed doing some shopping on the waterfront.
Then 2 hours passed and a feeling came over me. That’s when I told myself to stop expecting them.
Realising this left a bitter taste in my mouth.
For I could have understood it if they were not too keen on having a stranger join them. All they needed to do inform me they were not coming. I was totally fine with it.
Instead, I had nothing.
Not even when I returned to the hostel room as they had apparently left to party the night away, creeping in only at 3am.
I spent the time berating myself for even wasting that time waiting for them.
So what did I do instead?
I was supposed to leave the next day for a morning flight. So I woke up at 7am to get down to reception to arrange for transport.
I made sure to let the door close on its own.
That sounded so good to my ears. I did it a few more times by going in and out of the room on premises of going to reception to check on the transport.
I also didn’t try to be quiet while packing in the last of my things into my luggage. I could hear them rustling awake in their beds.
And then I left without a backward glance.
Hoping that karma bites them in the butt.
So what’s the worst kind of person you have ever met on your travels? Was your experience worse than mine?