Inspired by this week’s #TTOT (travel talk on Twitter) which I proudly participated in, the theme this week was ‘romance’. Buuut, like a group of horny, giggling teenagers, the chat quickly descended into porn-rated anarchy (hooray!!) with everyone talking about whose countrymen and women served their partners the best and where the most romantic place/country was which, of course, turned into the best place you’d ‘done it’. See…no alcohol needed!
Afterwards it got me thinking about my experiences on the road. I’m not a one-night-stand kinda gal. Never have been, never thought I would be but when you’re on the road, things (and men) can change your mind. And in a way, for me, they didn’t feel like one night stands but rather, ‘connections’. I’m not doing some ‘psychobabble’ to try and justify the one night stands I had (4 in 3 months before you ask so none of this ‘sleeping around’ judgement crap thank you haha) but for me I really connected with the guys and it enhanced my journey.
Ok, so the first example I was going to use doesn’t really help my cause because I only met him 6 hours before though I will say I got a lovely breakfast in the morning and there was no ‘sneaking out’ but if you want to hear about Scotty the Hotty, then read the goss here.
And then we have Alex. Ahhh Alex. Being German, and as I’m a Brit, I should have (automatically) hated him but his accent was cute, he looked smoking hot without a shirt on and he was my dive guide. Trust me when I say that the pros outweighed the cons! I met him on board a live aboard dive boat for a week around the Similan Islands in the Andaman Sea, Thailand. We flirted all week but thought it was just him being friendly to the paying customer but it turns out that my body looks so good in a bikini I don’t need make-up to pull Good job we were in a good mood otherwise the captain catching us at 3am butt naked heading in the shower would have been pretty damn awkward. Needless to say we squeezed in a few private parties before the boat docked. It wasn’t just about the sex though. For me, the week on that boat represented the happiest I had ever felt and the fact that I got to share my happiness with someone for those 7 days made it even more special.
After that we have the Dutchmen – Chris. He was in my dorm on Koh Tao. I knew him for a couple of days and lent him some money when he was robbed. He was a really sweet guy and we got on well, bumping into each other on night’s out with different groups of people. It was my last night and inadvertently, everyone in my dorm ended up at the same bar so we hung out. We notched up the flirting and he walked me ‘home’ but it took a couple of hours because we made a stop on the trapeze net beside the hostel haha. We had a kiss goodnight and he waved me off in the morning. Quite romantic when you think about it no?
Finally, there was Brendon. A Yank through and through. No flirting and we barely spoke until my final night there when I turned into Florence Nightingale and patched him up after he got hit by a van knocking him off his scooter. The hostel had a first aid kit but no staff to use it and everyone else become squeamish seeing his blood so I stepped in, patched him up and held him up when he was too weak to stand. He was very sweet, kind and thoughtful, constantly spewing out thanks to me for looking after him. We went out for dinner with the rest of the gang for my final night where I began to get to know him more but my grand prize? Some squeaky hostel bed action and a big hug/breakfast the next day to wave me off =)
All in all I had some pretty great experiences. Yeah you will probably call them one night stands but for me, I definitely connected with them. We were all sober when we met each other and talked before the deed so it never felt seedy. Life on the road is different and so are people’s attitudes. Sure, you’re gonna get the guys and gals determined to get hammered and sleep with whoever but the people I met wanted to talk. You could drink at a bar all night in your swimwear and all the other person was interested in was who you were. Where had you come from? Where are you going to? What made you travel? Call it naivety but that was just my experience.
Whether you call them road romances (depending on your definition of romance) or one night stands, I didn’t go looking for them but they certainly enhanced my adventure and they always put a smile on my face when I think about them.
How about you – Road romance? One night stand? Or have you found true love on the road?