You will always remember your first. Your first trip, your first paycheck, your first day at work. For me, I remember my first solo trip quite clearly. Not that it was a huge adventure or a major breakdown of emotions. I remember it for the fear that it instilled in me and taught me to be ever vigilant, especially if travelling alone.
I arrived there at the hotel at night and was actually lost trying to find it on my own as it was in one of the smaller streets of Tokyo.
On a budget, my bathroom was not in the same room but a few steps away outside. And I found out that the room was located right at the very end of the long corridor, round the corner away from the other rooms on the floor.
While trying to unlock my door, silence crept in. There was only 2 rooms at this end and it seemed like I was the only one there. I could hear no sound from the other room next to mine.
It didn’t help that I found an open stairwell right beside my room door. That stairwell led to all floors in the building. As isolated as I felt then, that pushed my creepy senses to a whole new level.
Horror stories started running through my head and I lost no time dragging myself behind the safety and security of my room. That night, I slept with the television on. Each time I had to visit the bathroom, I hurried to return to my room and was constantly wary of any sounds that I could hear.
I was thankful that I was only staying there for that night. Otherwise, I would have gotten a different room altogether instead. Since then, I’ve been more careful with my bookings and always make sure to have the accommodations well researched, especially if I’m travelling alone. After all, one should never compromise on safety if travelling alone.
Have you ever been in the same situation before? Have you ever had any incident when you felt cautious of your surroundings? Please do tell!!