My lad and I recently came back from a two week holiday to Borneo, Malaysia. It had been three years since we went away together and I looked forward to this trip for many reasons.
He was/is a great travelling companion and I loved travelling with him. He, mostly, uncomplainingly tagged along with me while I looked around shops. He didn’t whinge, even when the wifi wasn’t really that great or when we had to get up on some early mornings to go somewhere. He enjoyed himself and adapted to the places we found ourselves in.
He’s tall – about 6’3″ – so he stood out in Malayasia and with good humour he took all the comments about his height – ‘He reaches up to the heavens’, ‘He’s so high’. And he put up with the obvious glances his way as we walked past people or if we caught an elevator. He also didn’t complain when squashed into economy seats on our flights.
Sure there were times he didn’t want to do what I wanted to do but mostly it was great and considering that we spent just over two weeks right next to each other pretty much all the time we arrived home still speaking to each other and with some fabulous memories.
When we visited the Petronas twin towers in Kuala Lumpur I took the above photo on purpose – they’re really high and he’s high for his age. I look at him in awe sometimes and wonder how the hell I helped produce that, and not just because of his physical stature but because of some of the really insightful things he says.
He’s all right.