A Son, a Porter, a Listener…

I have to admit that I was so afraid of travelling with my dad again that I would have preferred to put him on a different plane. For me he was always a bit difficult (or I was just always rebellious). As a result, all these years my father and I have been best together in small dosages.

I believe that on this trip I just gave up and obeyed and followed as much as possible. My wife was saying that I acted more patiently with my father than usual. I guess I must have learned something over the years.

This won’t make me stop to make some small remakes on the typical Asian father logic that I accepted with endless patience and serenity throughout the travel. Just some examples:

  • Having a hand luggage heavier than mine and Ilze’s hand luggage taken together and putting it a bag that’s hard to transport (i.e. no wheels) I will never understand… especially since I had to carry it the whole time
  • His interpretation of custom regulations in the style of interpreting what the Prohibition meant in the 1920s USA
  • Sending me to get him beverages instead of calling for a professional stewardess

In the end I enjoyed travelling with my father and it actually was nicer than I expected.

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3 Replies to “A Son, a Porter, a Listener…”

  1. I have had the same expirience in dealing with my father. Traits that you couldn’t bear when you were young all of a sudden became tolerable.
    I guess it’s the reduced amount of exposure over time that smooths the waves but ultimately it’s the realisation that they only have your best interest in mind even if what they do is bizarre, annoying or just plain stupid.

    1. 😀 I’ll remind that to Daniel when he starts losing his patience

  2. Sure you packed enough things there Daniel? Is this only the hand luggage in the picture? 🙂

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