I have been beautifully befriended by another solo traveler and yesterday I tagged along on her sightseeing trip.
This was pretty much an ideal outcome for the lazy tourist I am.
All the research was done, the itinerary planned, guide booked. All I had to do was turn up with my legendary wide mouthed frog smile at the correct time.
It was a great day out.
We were a study of complimentary opposites, my travel companion and me.
While she patiently waited for the view to clear of tourists to capture whatever monument we were visiting, I was snapping the faded glory of the adjacent playpark.
While she was framing out the tribe of selfie stick wielding tourists, I was taking photos of them.
While she was keeping a respectful distance to the posed group shots, I somehow got invited to join them.
In the car, she was bristling with snacks for the ride, I was bristling with tunes for my portable speaker – the BaliBali soundtrack I’m adding to each day.
This kind of random day is what I love about being somewhere new where no one knows my name, my history, my anything.
You can learn about yourself as you learn about someone’s life in Vancouver Island as you learn about the place you’ve both decided to be at this exact time of your lives. You can be bold with your admissions, honest about your regrets and ambitions in equal parts.
I look back at the random connections I’ve made while traveling over the last few years and, without exception, they are memories that make me happy. The truth is if you think someone is a gift to you – whatever it is they bring to the table that particular day – then they’re a gift. Simple.
Flight or fright? We get to choose.