I have never had an issue with traveling alone. I actually prefer to travel alone to a new city where I can have a sense of anonymity. Only after I’ve experienced a city on my own a few times will I ask someone else to return to the city with me. I don’t know why I’m this way, but it’s just personal preference I guess. On this trip to Seoul, however, I learned that I may not be all about going solo after all.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I didn’t leave Seoul feeling sour. In fact, despite some quirks I didn’t anticipate, I fell in love with the city even more. I just wasn’t really into being there — somewhat — alone. I had a couple friends who were also visiting South Korea, but they were in different cities and had certain schedules. We only really met up twice, with just a few short hangouts in between. I also spent a day with my aunt and uncle who came in from Incheon. But during most of my time I was in Seoul, I was left to get lost on my own.
I didn’t mind it, since I’d meet up with Tara after she’d get off work. I also had some really good company at the guesthouse for the first few days. But when I was alone, I would sometimes wish I had a travel buddy. I never felt that way anywhere else I’ve traveled alone, but for some reason I had this lingering feeling all throughout this trip.