When you hear the term unequally yoked, you usually think about marriage partners. In the Bible, it seemed to discourage a person from marrying someone who didn’t have the same beliefs because (in modern terms) there was bound to be some friction later on down the road. I saw a Tik Tok video shared on Instagram the other day that was titled “When you’re planning a trip with your cheap friends“. The poster said that was the reason why she only travelled with her husband and her parents. She said that she never liked group work in school either – which I understand ’cause there’s always someone who either doesn’t pull her weight or someone who thinks that “good enough” is – well, good enough. She also said that she was very particular when it came to her accomodations. So it’s clear that a group of friends who are planning a trip – and who aren’t like-minded might have a couple of issues too.
I’m reminded of a trip I took with a group of people which included my husband and my sister-in-law and her husband. Some were friends, some were acquaintances and some I had never met before, but I didn’t think it unreasonable to assume that we’d be suitable (and similarly-minded) travel partners. We decided to visit one of the Windward Islands and one of the persons who I didn’t know was put in charge of finding out the cost for the trip to include airfare and accomodation. The numbers she came back with were agreeable to all and we packed our Georgie bundles and got ready to travel on the next holiday weekend. The flight itself was fairly uneventful. I’d been to the island before, and remembered the nightly showers that resulted in the beautiful flora for which the island was famous. I can’t remember if the minivan that we all piled into was part of the package but I do recall that it was comfortable enough for me to have a good view of the sights on the way to our accomodations.
I knew something was a little “off” when we left the main road. There was a sign announcing the name of our destination, but all I could see stretching out for quite a few yards ahead of us was the dirt road on which we were travelling, bordered on either side by open fields that appeared to be used for grazing. There were no buildings in sight but several cows stopped eating to watch us pass by seemingly asking, “A wey a you a go?” After what seemed like an eternity, we finally pulled up to the place where we were staying. And the examination commenced. It was not a new building which in and of itself is not a crime, but we later realized that the gardens had provided ample distraction because here was a structure that couldn’t hide the fact that its better days were behind it.
We were shown to our rooms which were outliers to the main building that served as the reception area. Although we didn’t intend to live in our rooms (and we knew weren’t staying at Sandals), we were still anxious to see what they looked like. Later, the person who was charged with our travel arrangements admitted that she never saw any pictures of the place, but had left it up to the travel agent. Who we probably wouldn’t ever use again. Old is one thing. Clean is quite another. And our room wasn’t. We found a cockroach hanging out in the tub which may or may not have come in through one of the many torn window screens. To be fair, it probably wasn’t in any of the pictures that the travel agent might have seen. Given this first impression, some of us weren’t too keen on touching anything.
Some of my more industrious travelmates however, were busy looking for things to clean with (😶), while others were waving around their rubber slippers in glee like they’d just won the lottery because they intended to use them in the shower even after it was cleaned (😶😒). The room did have a sea view but we must have been on the Atlantic side, because the water was choppy, which didn’t matter really because the shoreline was hella rocky and (hello!) there was no beach. My husband reminded me that the cook had to be summoned from somewhere off property while someone (let’s call her a room attendant) rushed to put out some rusty wrought-iron chairs on the balcony – leading us to think they were a little surprised by the fact that we showed up.
The person who declared that this was way below her standards and that her husband (who wasn’t with us), would have a cow if he knew where she was staying had me singing the song entitled “I’m With Her”. And we watched with amazement as she got us out of the rooms, apologized to the owners, negotiated a return of most of our money, got us back into a taxi and checked in to a lovely, modern hotel close to town and within walking distance of a beach. I’m pleased to say that everything went uphill from there.
So choose those travel-mates wisely my friends…and watch the Tik Tok video I’ve linked below.