When you’re single and in your 30s, things get a little trickier in terms of travel. You want to keep exploring the world, but you’ve got a much more limited pool of people to do it with.
Your parents are getting older and might be a little less up for a trip. Your friends might be coupled-up or with babies, or can’t take the time off work. And you might just be over travelling alone. It was something you tried when you were younger, and you’re ready to leave that solo time behind.
That was certainly was the case for me recently. I was planning a work trip to New Zealand’s South Island (I’m a travel writer) and was allowed to bring a plus-one, but I couldn’t find anyone to go with. My dad and brother weren’t available. None of my girlfriends could take off work. And I was done going it alone.
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So I considered taking a guy friend. Tyler and I had met at uni in Miami 15 years ago, and, after both moving to Sydney – him seven years ago and me a decade ago – had grown incredibly close.
But how would being around each other 24/7 in situations typically only reserved for loved ones change our dynamic? Would travelling with a guy be any different to travelling with anyone else? And would our friendship be able to withstand that pretty hectic test? I was ready to find out.
If you’ve ever considered travelling with a dude who’s not your partner, here’s what went down so you can know what to expect.
You’ll feel the need to explain yourself… constantly.
“We’re just friends,” I told the flight attendant. Tyler and I had both wanted unobstructed views of Queenstown’s epic scenery so had taken window seats on the plane at either end of an empty row. The attendant had asked if we wanted to sit together.
Of course she thought she’d be doing us a favour. And I could’ve left it at a simple “no”, but for some reason I couldn’t shake off the need to explain myself.
“No, really, we aren’t together,” I stressed. It happened again and again. All throughout the trip, I felt I had to clarify the situation. Though, with every place we stayed offering only one bed (and most of them honeymoon-worthy), I doubt anyone believed me.