Sat in a confined, park-like, open-air bar area, with a cold and somewhat refreshing glass of red, a dark-haired guy presents a beautiful rendition of Ed Sheeren – followed by songs written by other disgustingly romantic artists. The stars shine above me whilst the hustle & bustle of sellers versus tourists echo down the network of streets behind me. All I focus on, are the words oozing out of this singer’s mouth, and the flood of memories that they create.
I’d told myself to reduce my drinking now that I’m travelling solo; saving it only for truly sociable occasions. Ideally, I should give up permanently, but the blood that flows through these veins won’t allow.
Alas, this is more than warranted; it is necessary, for you are by my side with an equal amount of emotion in your soul.
This city is so romantic it breaks my heart. The Pura Vida prevents travellers from meeting as easily as other hostels do, so it’s just me, myself and I tonight. Every street and alley is bursting with restaurants, bars and shisha lounges – filled with people doing exactly what we should be doing right now.
Every heart that beats, beats against my own. The faces I see, the souls I feel, are empty. I’m in a city surrounded by vacant vessels, lifeless beings, they dance & move, scream & shout, some come with all the bravado you’d expect in a European hot spot, yet they’re bland, hollow.
Or is this me?
Are others looking at my lonely wine glass, thinking, ‘poor soul’?
House music blasts from a nearby rooftop bar, with a video playing against the side of the building. It sounds and looks fit as fuck; armies marching, planets colliding, it zooms into the eye of a whale before stampeding over a desert; tree leaves rustle, steel drums beating, fireworks crackle, then back to the start.
Without realising, I order and finish a second glass, completely entranced by the visuals and the beat.
The singer has long gone, as have the guests.
I’m left with an empty ash tray and sand beneath my feet.
I am the vacant vessel, lost not free.
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