It seems a common trait that the characters you tend to meet travelling have interesting tales to share, a quirky attitude, or just a different perspective on how they choose to live their life – Remi is no exception to this rule.
I have no idea how old he is, but I’m assuming it’s somewhere in his mid-late thirties and he has wacky travel experiences and plans for all over the world. Anywhere from hitchhiking boats in Cuba to South America, to living in Dubai for a random stint, to travelling all over Bali before heading on to his next adventure. I have no idea what he does for a living, I know at one point he was a photographer, but seems to have been travelling steady for the last 3 years. Trekking through a few waterfalls in Munduk we had bumped into this funny French fellow and convinced him to come camp at our guesthouse next to us.
The next day he invited us on a cool little tour through the mountains that brought us to the base of two beautiful waterfalls for a refreshing swim. We got to spend the day and night just talking about places we’ve seen and places we’d like to see and he made a lasting impression of someone who’s content with his nomadic lifestyle and doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
When I asked Remi (who carried with him an incredibly small pack) what he thought his most important item was, he quickly responded with, “My sarong of course”. A sarong, for anyone who isn’t sure, is a traditional Hindu religious garment worn around the waist and in a skirt-style fashion. Remi then made a few quick points: you cannot enter any religious temple without wearing one, they’re light, quick-drying, easy to pack, fashionable, can act as a towel, can cover you up from the sun, and can act as a blanket when the temperature drops a little bit. Since his travels to India he has never travelled anywhere without at least one sarong in his rucksack – what he considers the most versatile piece of fabric every backpacker shouldn’t leave home without. What’s ‘sarong’ about that?