Everyone has a bestest travel buddy. The person you can go anywhere, and have been everywhere with. For me, one of those people is my Munich chum Carolyn.
Whenever we're travelling together, the most hilarious things happen. There was that time in London when Carolyn, who is loveable but probably the clumsiest person I know, walked into a manhole and sprayed manhole muck all over her jeans. They were the only pair she brought with her. Whoops..
Then there was the time in Istanbul when Carolyn, who prides herself on a savant-like ability to figure out any public transport network in Europe, got into a fight with a street kid who tried to show her how to use the ticket machine. Sure, he was trying to pocket our change, but what angered Carolyn the most was his implication that she couldn't work the machine.
And the food! There is always food: hot cross buns in London, Portuguese tarts in Lisbon.. I'm telling you - this girl is my foodie partner in crime!
Last weekend Carolyn and I made our fourth city trip together, and I wrote a poem to commemorate the milestone.
My travel sista
London was our first vacation,
Shopping was not in moderation!
Do you remember that manhole?
Your foot sunk in there - LOL!
Your jeans were covered in stinky mud,
That footpath really was a dud.
Then we went to Istanbul,
On the flight we acted cool,
Even though we thought we’d die,
In crazy turbulence miles high!
Flight attendants crawling in the aisles!
The food had fallen in little piles.
But it was only a small pity,
As I soon discovered my favourite city.
You might have smacked a boy from the street,
But it’s because he was being a sh*t,
He tried his best to steal our change,
I can see why you were so enraged.
Then to Lisbon did you go,
Not alone, with me in tow.
You introduced me to Intimissimi,
I didn’t know it - how silly of me!
Then we found the Portuguese tarts,
Emojis with the eyes like hearts!!
Vienna is our fourth trip now,
Where next? Could it be Moscow?
You are the best to travel with,
Why? Well let me start the list:
When I’m lost you’re Google Maps,
You’re more helpful than all the apps
If I ever want to book a flight,
I turn to you, you do it right.
When I search they’re always steep,
You look, and suddenly it’s cheap.
Hostel rooms, you’re also great,
You always find the cheapest rate.
And when it comes to sleeping plans,
I always know I’m in safe hands.
I have a fear of bottom bunks,
Imagine if the top one sunk!
But your fear is falling off
the top bunk - (I can hardly scoff)
And so we make the perfect pair,
We could travel anywhere.
Apartments, hostels, or hotels,
And know that there’ll be LOLs
If I could choose from anyone,
For holiday in snow or sun,
Believe me when I say it’s true
I would only go with you!
Who is your travel buddy? Why do you love travelling with them so much?