As I read this, I had such a good laugh. You just outlined why I will not allow anyone to travel with me. I love the challenges you outlined; they are the fodder of extremely funny travel articles. I get more than a little impatient with people who cannot keep up, or are inept, or claim skills they turn out not to have. To wit: my kind of trip often involves up to nine hours a day on horseback. Over rough territory, in tough conditions, sleeping in tents, for weeks at a time.
I don’t know a single man within a decade of my age or more who can do that. Not a single one, other than perhaps the guides (who are married).
The acid test of one hell of a lot of relationships is happening right now. Kris Gage wrote a piece recently about five reasons why breakups are likely to spike after we’re let back loose. She’s right. This is its own journey, this quarantine process. Many aren’t going to stay together for one simple reason: their process around handling crisis or stress is just not compatible with yours.
They’re not wrong per se. However, if they turn out to be victims, whiners, defeatists and absolute complainers, that might not be the kind of person you want to hang out with when times inevitably go to shit. And they will, even during a vacation to South America. Those kinds of trips end up being our best stories. That said, they are also the single best way to find out if you are in fact better off single.