It is always a whole new level when it came to travelling with an acquaintance, a friend, a family member or even a best friend. It isn’t quite the same as compared to your occasional meet ups at cafes talking about recent life happenings nor was it plain phone calls that you fill in the details for that someone over the other end of the telephone cord.
If you prefer savoury food but your best friend chooses the sweets? If you struck that random conversation with a fellow Singaporean but your best friend may not be quite a people person? If you would brave the cold and snap photos of the faraway mountains whereas your best friend decides to sneak into the warm interiors of the ferry? If your best friend knows you secretly prefer the window seat so that you can switch on the shutter function on the camera and start clicking away, thus giving the seat up?
If you actually prefer sleeping nearer to the wall but your best friend has a higher tendency of rolling off the bed if the wall isn’t there to hold her?
Travelling is all about compromising, though at times, sacrificing and we probably all figured that out if we have travelled with someone. You see the most out of a person during one’s travels, in my opinion. At times, I find myself too vulnerable and exposed like an opened book, my weaknesses ever ready to pop out during travels. That particularity about angles, too much of the sky/land captured and having ‘Roberts’, ‘Janes’ and ‘Marys’ being calefares in the background of photos – it creeps silently unto me and the devil in me always takes over the angel I ought to take the role on.
In this trip to the Scottish Highlands, there have been joys too great to be described in words such as watching the mountains, rivers & lochs, wild animals, green & yellow grass go past us on our highlands tour – it was like flipping through the geography textbook we had in secondary school days, trying hard to appreciate and remember the efforts of our teacher who would explain what that formation of the river was called… Now remind me what its name is again?
We talked about how it takes a lifetime or even more to learn how to live. We discussed about how communication and storytelling techniques not forgetting its great details mattered and were one of the many keys to a relationship. We reminisced about the foolish, innocent us with childish acts and candy crushes (as we would prefer calling them today) back in those secondary school heydays we very much enjoyed the most out of all our life phases so far.