Travel Friends, Forever Friends
Travel will test any friendship so travel and friends can be a terrible mix.
Take my dear friend Tess who gamely agreed to spend one summer on a kibbutz in Israel with me. Unfortunately that turned out to be the worst job in the world.
But despite that Tess stuck around and agreed to run away from the kibbutz and come to Egypt with me.
There we supported ourselves by weaving friendship bands on a beach in Dahab on the Sinai penninsula.
Those were fun times. We made friends from all over the world, we lived on a shoestring and we got to hang out on the shores of the Red Sea.
The beach in Dahab is set against a stunning backdrop of the Sinai desert while hidden treasures in the shape of colorful fish and coral awaited us under the ocean when we sent snorkelling.
We didn’t make much money though because Tess and I were so slow at making friendship bands and hair braids that by the time we’d finished them we really had made a friend.
Being peace-loving hippy chicks rather than hard-nosed business men we found it hard to charge our new found travel friends, so we mostly swapped our friendship bands for food. I remember the most expensive dish I ever ordered was a vegetarian lasagna that cost about $1.75.
Life was go0d and we could have stayed in the Sinai all summer. We probably should have too but somehow my itchy feet kept itching away and drove all common sense from my head.
I was mad keen to travel to Jordan, specifically to a little place called Petra which is known as “the red rose city of the desert”.
If you haven’t heard of Petra you might recognise if from the Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade movie. I’m sure my desire to go to Petra was fueled by the most ridiculous fantasies. If I couldn’t actually be Indiana Jones at least I could travel in his footsteps.
On a map Dahab and Petra are only 222 km (138 miles) apart as the crow flies. So all we had to do was get a boat across the Gulf of Aquaba then find a bus or ten to transport us through the desert to Petra.
But I didn’t really care about those little travel details. I was desperate to get to Petra anyway I could.
Anyway, there was one slightly bigger obstacle than the finer points of how we would actually get there.
We didn’t have any money.
Still, with a chronic travel addiction to feed being practically penniless was not going to stand in my way. I convinced Tess that first we’d go to Amman first, the capital city of Jordan, where we could use my credit card to withdraw money from a bank.
We had to go to Amman because there were no banks anywhere near Dahab and Amman was the only place in Jordan that accepted credit cards. Neither Tess nor me were keen to borrow money but it would only be a small loan because travel in the middle East was ridiculously cheap and we were the world’s biggest cheapskates too. We’d soon repay the loan when we got back to London and found jobs. Or so I said.
Of course going to Amman would add hundreds of miles to our journey and we’d go home with a debt but never mind, this was our one big chance to see Petra and we must take it.
I worked and worked on Tess with arguments like that until she finally gave in and agreed to travel to Petra with me.
I cannot remember the details of how we actually got from Dahab to Amman. I’ve probably suppressed them from my memory because the combination of unsafe, overcrowded and filthy boats and buses was so heinous.
But I do remember the hotel where we stayed in Amman.
It was a bomb site and I don’t say that in the figurative sense. I’m sure it really had been bombed, a quite large explosion in fact, which had made the whole staircase cave in. Then the four storey hotel had been rebuilt around the ruins leaving the staircase a pile of rubble.
But that doss house was the only cheap “hotel” in Jordan so that’s where we stayed, picking our way up four storeys of rubble to get to our minuscule room which was entirely bare apart from two hard narrow wooden beds and one shuttered window onto the bathroom.
The hotel was run by two Jordanian brothers who were kind and helpful to us.
Their ancient father, a wizened fellow of around eighty years old who wore a long white robe and nodded politely to us wouldn’t have merited a mention until one night when he caught our attention in the wrong way.
As Tess and I lay reading in our beds I spotted a face at the window and squealed. It was the father peeping in at us.
Incensed, Tresa rushed from the room and shouted at him furiously as he laboriously extricated himself from the blackened bathtub he’d had to climb into in order to spy on us and navigated his way back down the rubble. I feared he would have a heart attack.
The next day we climbed down the rubble too and reported this deviance to his sons who were most apologetic and said they’d have a word with him.
Yes, I remember that hotel well.
The other thing I remember about Amman is that it turned out none of the banks there accepted credit cards. Not one of them.
So we were stuck in the rubble strewn, peeping tom haven hotel for a while because the only way for us to get money was for me to ask my parents to send a bank transfer to us and that takes time. Of course I promised to repay my parents but now Tess had real reason to be mad at me because we were stuck in Jordan with no money and no idea how long we’d be there.
Maybe times have changed but in in 1991 Amman which was a dive and a scary place too with its extreme support for Saddam Hussein.
While you may think of Saddam Hussein as evil incarnate he was a real life super hero in Jordan at that time. You could buy anything you liked with an image of Saddam’s face on it. Badges, T-shirts or wallets were just the beginning. You could even buy a watch with Saddam Hussein’s mug shot staring up at you if you were into it. We weren’t.
But I digress so let’s recap on what my long-suffering friend Tess has been subjected to so far:
- The worst job in the world in Israel.
- The worst journey in the world from Egypt to Jordan.
- The worst hotel in the world in Amman.
- The oldest peeping tom in the world.
- The psychological stress of being stuck in a bomb site with no money and the very real threat that our money transfer would never get through so we’d be stuck there forever.
Days elapsed. Nights passed.
We dragged ourselves through dusty streets, squalid market places and sweaty crowds existing on a diet of flat bread, fruit and warm bottled water, trying desperately to eek out the small amount of cash we had.
It took seven long days and seven hot nights for our money to arrive. Yet although Tresa must have been as miserable as me, although she probably rightly blamed for our unfortunate circumstances we got through it because of our friendship, because she was a friend who stuck with me through tough times.
Yes, there were plenty of glum moments but often we managed to laugh at the absurdity of our situation.
Tess and I made it to Petra in the end.
We didn’t ride a horse through the two kilometer rock crevasse to the red rose city of Petra like Indiana Jones, we walked to save money. But however you make the journey to Petra, whatever hardships you put up with to get there it’s worth it. Petra is phenomenal.
I’ll always remember my trip to Petra and I hope Tess will too, and not just because Petra is so special, not just because our travels were so fraught with problems but also because our friendship survived it.
Travel Friends, Forever Friends
When we left on our travels together Tess was a good friend but when we came back she was a true friend. A friend who stuck with me through the good times and the bad. A friend who kept traveling with me no matter how rocky the road.
Tess even travelled to Zimbabwe several years later to visit me there and we’re still in touch now. She’s now a leading clinical psychologist in London so we don’t have much contact and haven’t seen each other for many years but I still count her as a friend.
With your true friends it doesn’t matter if you don’t speak to them every day.
It doesn’t even matter if you don’t write to them or email them for years.
When you do finally call or email you true friends, even if many years have lapsed, they don’t hold that against you or make you feel guilty for not being in touch. Those true friends are delighted to hear from you again and your friendship picks up from where you left off.
Those travel experiences with all the highs and lows you go through are some of the best bonding experiences for friends there are.
Friends may come and go, travel friends make the journey more fun and true friends last forever. No matter what crazy travel adventures you put them through or how hard you test them.
Photo credits: Indiana Jones, Jordan Tourism Board
Have you made any travel friends who became forever friends?
As two Aussie backpackers travelling in our van around Europe, we struck up a friendship with an older Canadian couple (who’s daughter had married an Australian) we met in a campground near Biarritz. They invited us to their van for drinks one night (their van was luxury on wheels compared to our Ford Transit camper!) and this one drink has turned into an almost 20 year friendship!
That drink also turned into a “you must come and stay in our apartment on the Costa del Sol for Christmas” (which was only 2 weeks away). We took them up on that offer and enjoyed our own apartment next to their (they owned both) overlooking the beach over Christmas with a delightful Christmas lunch.
This chance meeting has turned into a lifelong friendship that has seen them visit us in Australia; us catch up with their daughter and Aussie husband when they came to Australia; my husband staying with them on a business trip to Canada, and my parents staying with them on their trip to Canada.
My favourite part of this tale is the events of 2008 when my family and my parents came out of visiting Herculaneum to find our dear Canadian friends and their family about to enter. We were all staying on the Amalfi Coast (and had not known of each others plans to be in Italy at all). It was a wonderful catch up dinner a few night later.
An amazing tale of travelling friendships!
Wow, that’s a brilliant story about travel friends and how a chance encouter and a friendly invite can bring you friends for life.
The coincidence at the end is amazing. I wonder where you’ll run into them next!
Aww what a great story! I’ve made a few friends while traveling that I do consider dear friends now. I’ve moved back to places to live close to them, and I am currently in Australia about to visit a friend in Perth who I met in 2005 in a hostel in Peru, who is now living there and she’s invited me to rent a room in her apartment. The offer is incredibly nice and sometimes meeting those kind souls on your travels does make you lifelong friends due to the experiences you share and the fact that you both share incredible passions for travel. I did love reading about your story, and as I’ve just come back from Jordan myself I can report I didn’t hear any mentions of Sadam. And Jordan was incredibly expensive, it reminded me of a European country!
Lovely to see you here. Sounds like you’re doing well maintaining those travel friendships!
I just emailed my old friend telling her about this story and am hoping she will come to visit us in Australia soon:) I owe her one!
That’s amazing about Jordan. Expensive! So glad I went when I did or I never would have got there from Australia:)
I, too, have made some wonderful friends whilst travelling. Back in 1988, whilst doing the backpacker thing, my boyfriend (now husband) and I met two lovely Swedish girls on the 48 hour train trip from Munich to Athens. We spent a few days with them in Athens before heading our separate ways.
Two years later, they came to Australia backpacking and stayed with us for a week or so.
Many years, lots of letters and emails later, we have now visited them in Sweden twice, and the best part of it is, our kids are good friends with their kids, and now keep in touch on Facebook!
Travelling opens up so many wonderful experiences and can help you make wonderful new friends from all around the world. How can we ever NOT travel?!!
Thanks for sharing your story.
That’s another gorgeous story. I spent a lot of time traveling with two Aussies I met in Europe from Brisbane which is only 90 mins from where I live. I’ve tried to track them down and so sad I can’t! Maybe I’ll bump into them one day:)
Great yarn! I’d like to hear about all the details you left out! Can we expect a “Petra:The Real Story” in another blog post?
I usually end my comments with “make sure you have fun.” No need in your case
Lol, well the next bit is that we went back to Dahab where I met my future husband, I mention that here: https://www.getinthehotspot.com/mucho-man/ and the friend I talk about is the same friend in this story!
Thank you, you have fun too!
Hi Annabel, remind me not to go travelling with you!!!
But seriously, I spent last week with my oldest Aussie pal and his family. We met on a beach in Portugal in 1983, and hitchhiked together for a while. Four years later he picked me up at Sydney airport and took me to Cronulla beach. 25 years later we’re pals, and luckily he married a top girl who I stayed up with until 2am last Saturday night! They have three kids, my daughter and their littlest spent the weekend playing ‘sisters.’ Inter-generational travel friends!
Lol, oh I’ve blown it now:) That’s almost 20 years of friendship too. Love that you ended up living in Aus too.
Oh you have been to Petra!!! What a great story – it says so much about your friendship… only a mighty friendship will survive what you went through together!!! This wonderful story tells quite a lot about you as well and your ability to help folk reach a destination!!!
Thank you! I was hell bent on getting there at any cost:) Maybe the epic journey is part of the reason I remember it so well. If we’d just flown in on a private helicopter it might not have had the same sense of Indiana Jones-style adventure;)
I find it interesting how the circle of what I consider my close friends has changed over the years. Having been based overseas and constantly on the move for years, I find my friendships really evolve and are dynamic. Although I’ve stayed in touch with many, my closest friends tend to be those who I have met in recent years.