A book is the best travel buddy you can have. A book doesn’t whine when he’s tired. He doesn’t bitch about getting lost. He doesn’t argue on whether to stay in or check out a bar. In the guest house or under a coconut tree, a book will follow whatever good and bad decisions your impulses desire.
One of my favourite things is my trusty backpack. It wasn’t expensive, it’s tearing at the sides, but it has brought me places near, far and wide.. He was there with me on my first ever trip, his zippers trying very hard to not bust open from the amateurly packed excessive clothes.