Since returning back to the UK, people have been asking a lot of questions about our favourite moments while on our travels around South East Asia. I tend to reply with tales of the most beautiful blue waters cascading down waterfalls in Laos or the times we fed elephants by hand in Thailand and Cambodia. I never tend to tell them about my truly favourite travel memory. The one that is so simple, so ordinary and yet so perfect that it made my heart skip a beat.
When people think of travel, they think of the stunning landscapes, iconic landmarks, rich culture and enriching experiences. What I’ve found during all of our travels though, is that the most iconic of moments, the most favourite of memories are usually those of doing the most ordinary of things in the most extraordinary of places.
My favourite moment during our travels around South East Asia happened very close to the end of our trip. We were staying at a studio apartment in a quiet expat town in Southern Bali. The apartment was modern, with fully equipped kitchen and a pool right outside the back door. There was a painting hanging above the one bed in the room that we all slept in together. A small dining table sat in-between the bed and the kitchen area, a window seat looked out over the pool and the floor standing lamp that stood against the wall cast a warmed and rustic light on the room after dark. It was simple, but perfect.
I was sat on the bed tapping away on my laptop piecing together a blog post about our recent travels when I looked over at the scene in front of me. Bear was nestled under the covers deep in a dreamful sleep, his face occasionally breaking into a smile as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Monkey had eluded sleep (as usual) and was sat at the dining table pushing some matchbox cars along the polished wood and opposite him Mr. C sat with my camera in hand, taking candid photos of Monkey playing. It was the most ordinary of scenes. There was no ‘once in a lifetime’ element to it, there was nothing particularly extraordinary about it and yet is was so perfect.
I sat on the bed, taking in the scene around me and I realised that it doesn’t matter how far I travel or where my feet take me, the most favourite of my travel memories are always the most ordinary moments in the most extraordinary of places.