Realization

I can't imagine solitary travel, as dashing as it may appear. I need someone/s to share wonder in a way that an emo email or an mms pic or a 6 part sms can never contain. Sitting through the boredom and anxiety of a European city waiting for a bus that may never come in a land where English has been fringed and the scraps of the languages u do know cannot formulate, "Is the 11 o clock bus to the next country delayed, or just nonexistent?" To laugh raucously when the taxi driver says that everything in Singapore is fine and you both realize at the same time that he means the one that comes in the mail and not that Beyonce inspires. Someone to hold the door of dodgy bathrooms and wave away mosquitoes. You do feel alone among your travel companions at times. When you miss someone and they don't get it, or your pms makes you into a morning monster and they're all excited for a frikking 7am touring hike. But I would rather feel that alone, the loneliness of fighting selfishness in the cause of compromise than the alone of losing the moment for the want of a pair of eyes for mine to rest in.