I have started embarking on solo travels to some destinations of which Mauritius is first on my list. It was my intention to spend short stays at each destination, maybe derive some inspirations from each stay and incorporate it into my writings as I discover myself in unfamiliar environments. Being an introvert ,i told myself on the onset of my journey that i am going to have as much fun. Meet people do all the crazy things and hopefully shake away this introvert nature and make life long memories but frankly all those plans i had earlier on crashed the very first day i set foot here. I know it was partially because of my encounter with immigration due to my green passport that i wrote a blog post about it here if you didn’t read yet….. MY GREEN PASSPORT . of which it made really emotional for the first three days.
Or just maybe its just because of my introvert nature which was in full spirit. For all those really emotional days that I blamed on my green passport i knew it was just a cover up for my introvert nature. I holed up in my hotel room, playing video games on my tablet, of course writing and reading and watching ‘ Ru Paul drag race’ …lol .The same routine i was doing back home that made me depressed. I will buy junk food from the supermarket at night and eat them the next day locked up in my room sometimes i don’t even step out the whole day. For the whole one week ,a girl never stepped out during the day like a vampire who will be scorched by the sun. It was like my introvert nature was on full fleek. I was basically like this throughout the five nights i stayed at the hotel.
Darn it Jossy, why didn’t I have more of an extrovert behavior? just like those girls out there not afraid to express themselves and all. Really do we get to choose our characters?. Well if there is reincarnation i want to come back as an extrovert. A massive extrovert girl cause it seems am missing out on all the fun.
The funny aspect of the five days was taking pictures on my balcony which was overlooking the beach to show my friends that i was really having fun which thinking of it it’s really hilarious. They are like; ‘girl, you really having fun, omg what a view i wish i was there;enjoy and i low-key knew that the fun was in that hotel room alone. Thats basically why people shouldn’t trust social media, it’s not always the truth . People can fake it like i did …but hey i am and not denying I do that sometimes.
After the five days of being in maheborg where my hotel was which turned out to be the south I decided to move to the capital then again blaming my introverts on the fact that my hotel wasnt in the city. Introverts sometimes tend to blame things for their nature and being one massive introvert queen , trust me i know what i am talking about. I manged to booked an airbnb room about i think ten minutes near the capital port louis and God, the hosts are like one of the most loving and delightful people i have ever met. They are kind, observant and really cool i kind of feel really at home. The host Cecile is so considerate, worrying about me not eating and buying me granola when she spotted one in my room. From the favours she offer me without charge…words cant explain…….
Moving to town I was in full vigor to have fun and maybe blog about it from the skydiving plans to zip lining but man, it never really happened. I never turned up after booking appointments at the resorts. The same routine at the hotel followed me here. writing, reading, sleeping, watching movie. Here i didn’t even go to supermarkets at night. I only survived on granola while my money stared at me through my purse why because am an introvert. It was not until one time that i was so fed up with the granola that i went to the restaurant to have a full dinner. Well i ended up getting drunk because i thought martini wasn’t alcoholic .
Well before you start laughing at me, I made friends with a taxi driver who i have come to name him ‘king of metals’ which is really hilarious when translated into my Ghanaian language .Man ,that driver i wonder ; from those heavy metals at his neck to those on his wrist and the rings i wonder is it addiction to metals or a fashion sense?seriously? I am so over it…
Now back to me, so doing this routine of my introvert nature, I never got to do all those things i planned on doing,except stay in my room and watch ‘a drag race FYI its a show starring gay men dressing up as women to compete for a crown’..lol. For all those weeks spent here no memory was made except that with my host which i will never forget and of course the king of metals my driver. As i am preparing to move on to a new destination when my stay here is over, i have set up some little rules for myself to enable me be more outgoing which i will highlight in my next blog post. Before you start cussing me out.
Overall I think Mauritius its really a nice place, pretty much modern and chic and touristy. I love the smell of the sea when i open my window in the morning and the polite locals minus those who i have to keep saying English please but they keep speaking french and the supermarkets where you have to buy your own nylon bag after shopping which i kind of find weird…lol. Though i didn’t get to see much of it all thanks to miss introvert, it’s surely a place i will visit again to explore more when i have finally dealt with my character.
until my next post, the wolf is out to being the queen of introverts.