One of my favourite parts of my trip with the hooligans (my Canadian friends) is the Daintree Rainforest tour in Port Douglas, Queensland. The rainforest is beautiful, ancient and full of poison, but I like it because of our guide.
As Adrian drives a luxury 8 person AWD, he explains how things work locally and how he had lived “off the grid” for over ten years (i.e. no access to municipal water, gas, electrical power grid; no phones, no internet). He happily answers all our questions with wit and sarcasm. His personality makes it just that much more fun.
Instead of writing chronologically, I will feature this Daintree Rainforest adventure on the topic of companions.
This post is dedicated to G, for laughing at me when I describe my friends as ‘companions’.
There is beauty in travelling by oneself and in travelling with companions. Sam describes solo travelling best on his post, Quirks of travelling solo. As for travelling with companions? There isn’t much to it. Choose the right companions; find the right fit.
Want to know my criteria?
Criterion #1: Be willing to take silly photos.
Criterion #2: Be willing to wake up to surprises and laugh about it. ;)
Criterion #3: Be willing to walk long hours without complaining.
Criterion #4: There is no criteria.
We’re bound to have differences. Learn my quirks and I’ll learn yours.
Apparently I have an affinity to reptiles.
What is your criteria for travel companions?
Thanks for the shout-out dedication :) It’s REALLY hard to keep a straight face when you keep referring to us as “companions”. Then again, I can’t complain — it sounds better than “escort” or “chaperone”.
Your fellow Gompanion and Gooligan,
G
Or, I can do what Aussies do and call you “mate”. :P