Hero hauling haversacks.
As I scrolled through the photos, I realise the backpacking trip was a lot more fun than I remembered. We tasted a lot of weird foods and weird wines. Chinese moonshine!
Dad’s memories of the trip was how I am the only traveller he knows who takes the weekend off from travelling. I would hide in the room and refuse to step out to anywhere. It was China, even the super low off-peak period had overwhelming crowds! He would head out very early in the morning, and then pop by with some food or drag me out to eat, and then I would head back to sleep, while he headed out again.
I honestly have no idea how my brother travels with him. When I travelled with Bro in Cambodia, I remember calling him at 9 or 10am to wake up for breakfast, but he would sleep in all the way till almost, or past, noon. Yet I never heard a single complaint from Dad about their backpacking trips. How strange.
Now that I started writing about my China travels, I think I’ll write more about it. There are so much more beautiful things about them than I thought I remember.