Some people like to stick to the same old food when travelling the world. You know the kind, those who insist McDonald’s, KFC or a good old all day English breakfast are the be-all and end-all of tasty cuisine, far safer than dabbling with the local delicacies on offer. While you can get that type of food in many places in this world, seasoned travellers (excuse the pun) might like to try something a little different.

Other people can’t urge some fundamental shift in our beings, to teach us that when we do new things, we’re not doing something “out of character” — that we’re just living. We have to do that ourselves.

My father, or more specifically this trip with my father, was my first education in the ways of men, or most men I have known. He had his own agenda; I was just invited to share it.