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Why The Small Moments Of Travel Matter, Too

It was 6pm at our hostel in Brisbane and I had just got back from work to find a few people happily lounging around in our back yard hippie shed.

“Man, I really wanted to go to AC/DC tonight,” someone piped up. I turned around. “ME TOO! And how awesome would it be to see them in Australia?”

I wandered inside to change out of my work clothes, opened my laptop, and had a look just in case there were any tickets left. To my disbelief, there were! But I still wasn’t convinced – concert tickets in Australia are notoriously expeeeeeensive, and AC/DC are one of the most famous bands on the planet, playing a stadium world tour. I expected to see $300 tickets and that would be that.

So imagine my surprise when, moments later, tickets were coming up at $99 a pop. Excitedly, I ran outside. “Do you WANT to go and see AC/DC?!?”

A few discussions later, four of us were on our way. It was so last minute that we actually arrived half way through Back In Black, their third song of the set.

But it came to be one of my fondest memories of Australia – turning up at a show for a band I’d wanted to see for at least half of my life, with a bunch of people who just a couple of weeks before had been complete strangers.

It’s moments like that that really make travel worth it. The breathtaking moments are why we travel of course, but it’s the small moments, whether they were with strangers or friends, that we think back on and smile to ourselves.

I often wonder what those people are doing now. Everything that happened in Australia seems like a lifetime ago already (I think they call it the “backpacker bubble” or something), and although I have them on Facebook just a message away, it feels like we are living such different lives now. Do they even have the same memories I do?

Never underestimate the importance of taking photos

I have no photos from the AC/DC gig, because it was so spontaneous that I had been about to charge my phone when we left, so it died on the way to the venue. I hadn’t wanted to take my camera for fear of it getting crushed, but I needn’t have worried where we were standing.

But going through photos now evokes memories of moments I’d forgotten all about. Ones that weren’t “Instagrammable” (who else hates that word?!), but where you’d tell friends about “that time” something ridiculous happened.

Like the time our van battery died and we had to be rescued by a German guy in a Jurassic Park jeep.


Or the time we had to stop our scooter to let a family of monkeys cross the road on Koh Lanta.

Monkey, Koh Lanta, Thailand

The time a monster monitor lizard strolled on by our barbecue in Noosa.


The time we all dressed in bin bags and partied on a ranch in Utah.

Bin bag party, ranch in Utah, USA

The time I broke the work truck in the middle of the Australian bush.



Hiking in Zion Canyon and thinking your friend behind you has fallen off the edge of the cliff when she lets out a blood-curdling scream – but it turns out she’s seen a FRICKING TARANTULA.

Tarantula, Zion National Park hike, USA

Sitting somewhere in Boston listening to your work friend sing and play guitar to a homeless man.

Taking a road trip with strangers in New Zealand and almost breaking down on the way back while being driven by a crazy Hungarian guy along winding mountain roads. At least we went to an awesome place, even if we did almost die and run out of petrol!


The time we went to a really dodgy Texan ranch and rode rogue horses in our tourist cowboy hats (which I still own).

horse riding on a ranch in texas, usa

But there are plenty of little memories I have that never got caught on camera.

Like when we walked through Krabi town in Thailand and a little Thai girl followed us and held my hand and melted my heart.

The time an ape in Gibraltar had a fight with me because I wouldn’t give him my purse.

moments after having a fight with an ape in gibraltar
Post-fight. Have you ever seen an ape look this stand off-ish?!

The time I went to Tiger Temple with a new-found friend and afterwards we ended up sitting in a dodgy policeman’s office waiting for a songthaew to turn up, while he offered us unidentified leaves to eat. (That was one of my weirder moments in Asia.)

Riding on top of a full corn truck through the countryside in Thailand.

Driving back to an outback Australian farmer’s house at 4am and laying outside on the grass just staring at the clearest sky full of stars that you’ve ever seen in your life.

Running through Gatwick Airport and pleading to be let on the plane to Munich, then turning round and seeing your partner waddling towards you in his socks, with one hand on his trousers and the other holding his belt and shoes, because he was stopped in security.

Bumping into familiar faces around Asia and acting like old friends.

Finding old friends on the other side of the world – seriously, I found a childhood friend in Brisbane! We’re now back in touch which is awesome!

It’s these little feelings you forget all about, because when someone asks you, “what was your favourite part of travelling?”, these aren’t the moments you talk about. But they are the ones that make travel what it is. They’re the ones you suddenly remember, and you stop what you’re doing and smile.


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19 thoughts on “Why The Small Moments Of Travel Matter, Too

  1. You are sooooo right. Reading this post has made me recall, and stop and smile at, a few of the small moments myself – like the time David and I rented a mini-moke in Macau which had a dodgy battery or electrics or something. We had it for about four days and had to jump start it almost every time we went anywhere. It was a bit of a hassle but also great fun.


  2. Haha I really enjoyed this. I do agree that you should sometimes forget about taking pictures for the sake of social and Lightroom, and just take pictures of all those funny moments which make your trip awesome! Like when I saw that tarantula and I thought I will die (omg!!! how did you manage to take a picture of that? I would have died of a heart attack). You got rescued by that awesome Jurassic Park van? Dude, that’s awesome!!! Clearly, we should focus on travelling for the sake of learning, making epic memories and establishing great human connections. The small moments of travel are the best!


    1. Haha that Jurassic Park van was sooo cool! I actually took a photo of it earlier in the day! And then it parked up opposite us when we were camping, and in the morning our battery was dead so I asked them for help haha! And yeah, that tarantula was scary (I wish my camera had picked it up better tbh!) but I’ll always remember my friend screaming!! Definitely making memories like that are the best parts of travel. Thanks for reading! 🙂


  3. You’re absolutely right!!! It IS the small moments that make the best memories!! I love how you just decided to go to that concert, love it!


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  4. Love this and couldn’t agree more – landmarks are great to see and tick off but it’s those funny quirky experiences along the way that really stay with you!


  5. Oh my God! I don’t blame you all, though. A lizard, AND a tarantula?! I scream if I see any spider bigger than my thumbnail. It’s all these creatures that make me worry about heading Down Under! But I’m glad you’ve had so many memorable moments. Sometimes it takes awhile to reflect, but travel really gives you some unforgettable memories. Especially when things go wrong! Embrace the unplanned; that’s what I say. Sometimes that brings the biggest smiles.

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    1. Haha that’s so true! It’s often the things that go wrong that we can look back on and laugh about. 🙂 The tarantula was in Zion in the US, although I did see bigger spiders in Australia! 😥 (but luckily nowhere near as many as I thought I would, so don’t worry! If I can do it, you can too! Haha)


  6. It’s the sharks you really want to worry about not the spiders in Australia. And those damn monkeys. At least we don’t have those to worry about. I love the photo of you and your friend on the horse with the cowboy hats. And the story about the little Thai girl. Hope you “collect” lots more little kid moments on your adventures. They’re the best. Louise. End of voice mail.

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