I’ve been reading about other people’s travels and there seems to be a recurring theme. The generosity of strangers. It seems the less people have, the more they are willing to give. Running alongside this is the sadness of not having anything to leave as a gift in return, when the smallest of things would have made a huge difference.
Travelling by motorcycle limits the amount you can take as a gift. I’d considered sweets, pens etc. But ruled them out as to baulky. I decided that a roll of stickers was the go, until I saw a balloon artist at a kids party the other day.
I had my eureka moment! Deflated balloons are light and small enough to carry. I can instantly make a present for anyone, colourful and vibrant. OK, so it won’t last forever, but somehow that adds as much as it detracts.
All I have to do now is learn how to do it! (I can already make a sausage). Realistically I only need to know a couple of things, as I won’t be in the same place for long. A dog would be the classic of course, though maybe not exactly like the one in the picture!