This post is not about tribal culture, apologies if it sounds like it may have had a social anthropological angle.
What I wanted to touch on was how travelling with a child opens your eyes to sights in a completely different way. And how this trip is already proving to be THE trip of our lives. Travelling with a child demands a lot. We are having to plan, to adjust, to move and stop at different times. Zakir wants to go and play when we want to rest. He needs a rest when we would like to carry on. We’re having to work really well as a team, as a partnership, so that we can meet his needs each day and also keep an eye out for him 24/7.
BUT it’s amazing. We’re loving it. We’ve joined this tribe of families that take the plunge and travel with their kids. And it reaps rewards…it’s such a unique experience. It’s a whole new level of unique experience. It’s like the things we did when we were backpacking in our teens and twenties are paled in comparison to travelling with our child. He adds so much colour to things.
And travelling with him opens up doors to local people and adventures that were inaccessible before. People smile at Z, say “hello baby” all the time. Even the most stone-faced man will smile when they see him and women will touch his face or stroke his hair. Kids will wave and want to play with him and we’ve had so many warm welcomes as a result of being in the family travel tribe. I’m converted.