202 Quotes About Travelling with Friends

If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.

In life, it's not where you go -- it's who you travel with.

There is an unspoken bond you create with the friends you travel with.

Never go on trips with anyone whom you do not love.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter.

Own only what you can carry with you: known languages, known countries, known people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

No road is long with good company.

Sometimes, all you need is a great friend and a tank of gas.

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.

When you get lost in a really strange place, nothing is more comforting than finding your friend whom you trust and can show the way.

And if I am not alone, then neither are you and hand in hand we can marvel together at the strangeness of human condition.

Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Live for yourself and be happy on your own.

Wherever it is you may be, it is your friends who make your world.

There is a whole world out there. Pack your backpack, your bestfriend and go.

It was us against the world.

Friends, sun, sand, and sea – that sounds like a summer to me.

Travel is better with friends.

A journey well shared is a journey well enjoyed.

In the end, what you do isn’t going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

Take that person and travel around the world. Buy a plane ticket for the two of you to travel ALL around the world and go to places that are hard to get to and hard to get out of. And when you come back and if you’re still in love with that person get married at the airport.

Friends who slay together, stay together.

I would like to travel the world with you twice. Once, to see the world. Twice to see the way you see the world.

Travel has a way of removing the gaps in friendship’s timeline.

Travel is our therapy.

Let’s travel together and get lost in beautiful places.

We have nothing to lose and a world to see.

Veni. Vidi. Amavi. We came. We saw. We loved.

Life is about doing things that don't suck with people who don't suck.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

That’s why I love road trips, dude. It’s like doing something without actually doing anything.

I get a friend to travel with me… I need somebody to bring me back to who I am. It’s hard to be alone.

Travelling with friends is the most beautiful journey…

I trust the ones who realize how far they have yet to travel. We have so much more to learn. All of us. Let’s walk together, side by side.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

There are adventures of the spirit and one can travel in books and interest oneself in people and affairs. One need never be dull as long as one has friends to help, gardens to enjoy and books in the long winter evenings.

I’m never sad when a friend goes far away, because whichever city or country that friend goes to, they turn the place friendly. They turn a suspicious-looking name on the map into a place where a welcome can be found. Maybe the friend will talk about you sometimes, to other friends that live around him, and then that’s almost as good as being there yourself. You’re in several places at once!

You'd help if you could, wouldn't you, boy?" I said. "It's no wonder they call you man's best friend. Faithful and loyal and true, you share in our sorrows and rejoice with us in our triumphs, the truest friend we ever have known, a better friend than we deserve. You have thrown in your lot with us, through thick and thin, on battlefield and hearthrug, refusing to leave your master even when death and destruction lie all around. Ah, noble dog, you are the furry mirror in which we see our better selves reflected, man as he could be, unstained by war or ambition, unspoilt by-

When I was a child, an angel came to say, A true friend is coming my warrior to sweep you away, It won’t be easy the path because it leads through hell, But if you’re faithful, it will be the greatest story to tell,

There is no better ending two people seeing each other's heart, Together your spirits will never drift apart, Because two kindred spirits I made you to be, The waves and beach crashing together because of -- ME.

As I stood there, looking into the eyes of the Travelers, something happened. For each one of those brief moments, I reconnected with a true friend. Though no words were exchanged, they were each telling me the same thing. They were with me. I truly believed that if I had asked any one of them to follow me through the gates of hell, I'd have to hold them back from going in first.

And what is a friend? More than a father, more than a brother: a traveling companion, with him, you can conquer the impossible, even if you must lose it later.

What is a friend? Someone who for the first time makes you aware of your loneliness and his, and helps you to escape so you in turn can help him.

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. One day, wokan saw this bird and fell in love with him. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony.

This is the most profound spiritual truth I know: that even when we're most sure that love can't conquer all, it seems to anyway. It goes down into the rat hole with us, in the guise of our friends, and there it swells and comforts. It gives us second winds, third winds, hundredth winds.

Naruto… I now remember the words you once said to me. That when you're with me, you finally understand what it's like to have a brother… And when I think of it that way… That feeling… I finally get it now.

"Yeah." puck shrugged. "I was in Kyoto at the time, visiting some old kitsune friends. We were travelling up to Hokaido to check out this old temple that was supposedly haunted. Turns out, a yuki-onna had taken up residence there and had scared off most of the locals. She wasn't terribly happy to see us. Can you believe it?"

Friend, we're traveling together. Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that cannot be spoken. I'm like an ant that's gotten into the granary, ludicrously happy, and trying to lug out a grain that's way too big.

He was easy to talk to, and easy not to talk to-equally important qualities in a friend. Essential in a travel companion.

I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

Hey presto: time travel. You don't need a time machine, it turns out, you just need a friend to laugh like a teenager. Chronology shivers.

I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.

It’s traumatizing to think that a best friend could become just a friend. That’s because there is virtually no difference between an acquaintance and a friend. But the gulf between a friend and a best friend is enormous and profound. And if I look at it that way, I think I can see the value of a wedding. If you’re my best friend and the only way I get to have dinner with you is by traveling thousands of miles, selecting a chicken or fish option, and wearing a dress in the same shade of lavender as six other girls, I will do that.

The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have lost their way, sometimes stand and admit their perplexity in silence. (O Pioneers!)

Word to the wise: pick your traveling companions well. Ones with the courage and moral fiber to persevere. Ones who wield their lip gloss like magic wands when confronted with danger. This way, when you pass through the congested hallways rife with pernicious diversion, you achieve your desired destination—or at least your next class.

Many years ago a friend assured me that we are all islands. Once in a while, another island travels along with us for a short stretch, and then it goes away, it slips off to some other place, and we never see each other again. Life is nothing more than a system of good-byes. Of releases. Of mutilations. The truth is we are incapable of giving anyone what they really need.

Moving right along In search of good times And good news, With good friends you can't lose. This could become a habit. Opportunity just knocked, Let's reach out and grab it, Together we'll nab it, We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it.

At first sight, joy seems to be connected with being different. When you receive a compliment or win an award, you experience the joy of not being the same as others. You are faster, smarter, more beautiful, and it is that difference that brings you joy. But such joy is very temporary. True joy is hidden where we are the same as other people: fragile and mortal. It is the joy of belonging to the human race. It is the joy of being with others as a friend, a companion, a fellow traveler.

Once beyond the village, where the cottages ceased abruptly, on either side of the road they could smell through the darkness the friendly fields again; and they braced themselves for the last long stretch, the home stretch, the stretch that we know is bound to end, some time, in the rattle of the door-latch, the sudden firelight, and the sight of familiar things greeting us as long-absent travelers from far oversea.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.

As soon as I saw you, I knew a grand adventure was about to happen.

Friends are as companions on a journey, who ought to aid each other to persevere in the road to a happier life.

Good friends follow you anywhere.

It is not the destination where you end up but the mishaps and memories you create along the way!

Let’s go together and go to different places and see different things. It’ll be fun!

Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.

I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

Actually, the best gift you could have given her was a lifetime of adventures.

Be careful whom you make memories with. Those things can last a lifetime.

Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly -- all these make for great stories.

One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast....a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.

Fill yourself up with love. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot.

Who says books aren't 'real' friends? We hug them, treasure them, relate to them, spend weekends with them, and bring them along on vacation! They give us escape, comfort, adventures, advice, hope, inspiration, role models, and something to look forward to after a hard day. What more could you ask for from a friend?

If your soulmate can't teach you a few things then what is the point of having one? I don't need someone to tell me I am right. I don't need someone to tell me I didn't screw up. I don't need someone to not push me to reach for my dreams. I don't need someone to not take an interest in making me better. I need a team mate, a best friend and someone that allows me enough room to have off days. I am allowed to be as silly, corny, upset at times, excited, scared and a million emotions, but still loved. I need someone that will be that way for me, also. I don't want perfection. I don't want to build my world around what other people think. I want to build it around positive experiences, spiritual growth, and adventure.

Every Person Needs a time out, away from stressful jobs, pressures from employers or clients, home responsibilities, etc., Everyone deserves to enjoy, visit unknown places, try other things, meet a lot of new friends, and feel at the top of the world. Life is full of fun, excitement, and adventure. Thus, vacation is an experience that's worth remembering for a lifetime. It heals a weary mind and soul.

Come with me where dreams are born and time is never planned!

People don't take trips. Trips take people.

Here's to all the places we went. And here's to all the places we'll go.

Life was made for good friends and good adventures.

A daring adventure with your best friend is just what the doctor might have ordered.

Tell me with whom you travel and I'll tell you who you are.

Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.

We should always have three friends in our lives-one who walks ahead who we look up to and follow; one who walks beside us, who is with us every step of our journey; and then, one who we reach back for and bring along after we've cleared the way.

Life is similar to a bus ride. The journey begins when we board the bus. We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends. There are stops at intervals and people board in. At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent. But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of the journey would lose its essence and the journey altogether would neither be worthwhile nor smooth.

But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.

There are a lot of people in this life that will try to convince you that they're selling something that will bring you joy. The simple fact of the matter is that *things* don't bring you joy. You have to find joy in life experience. And if you take along somebody you love, then that journey is going to be all the more enjoyable.

As with any great journey, who you travel with can be more important than your destination.

One of the great things about travel is that you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Everyone needs that friend that calls and says, “Get dressed, we’re going on an adventure.

As the father of your children, as a friend, as someone who shared a journey with you and as someone who loves you and cares about you. I don’t need to be married to you to be all those things. Those things are deeper than marriage. Those things are for ever.

One day you will marry your best friend, love will be real to you, and you will be on your journey to forever.

As children in a small village in Sierra Leone, my friends and I dreamed of travelling the world like the missionaries who opened our village school. As a British subject, I dreamed of walking the streets of London. I imagined my self in the United States of America visiting the places where the cowboy movies were made.

It's a brave new world, Mr. Portman, And we'll be right behind you.

Sometimes, I get ideas from dreams. Often, my stories are based on my adventures that I, or my friends, have actually lived.

Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.

And now, dear friend, - You who have journeyed with me in all these merry doings, - I will not bid you follow me further, but will drop your hand here with a "good den," if you wish it; for that which cometh hereafter speaks of the breaking up of things, and shows how joys and pleasures that are dead and gone can never be set upon their feet to walk again.

We travelled an' fought an' feasted, we triumphed, we marched and songs were sung, We faced death, saw life and adventure! One day when our hearts were young.

It is natural to drift apart, my friend. We've come and gone from places of supreme beauty. But sometimes, miraculously, we drift back together again. Until then... we'll let time do it's thing.

The journey of a year is drawing to a close. Cherish the moments, all of them, even the ups and downs. Cherish the places you’ve visited, the people you’ve seen. Say good-bye to those whose journeys have called them someplace else. Know you can always call them back by thinking loving thoughts. Know all those you love will be there for you when you need them most.

Don’t be so eager to arrive at your destination. Take the long way. Enjoy the ride, the view. Get a little lost, make new friends and a few mistakes along the way.

Adventure time, Come on grab your friends, We'll go to a very distant land, Jake the dog, and Fin the human, The fun will never end, Its adventure Time!

One can be lonely irrespective of place, if there is no one with familiar face. One can grow tired of being on the move, if there’s no purpose and nothing to prove.

As for seeing the town, the idea never occurred to him, for he was the sort of Englishman who, on his travels, gets his servant to do his sightseeing for him.

But what then? What had he really gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back from this long and weary journey? Nothing, say you? Perhaps so; nothing but a charming woman, who, strange as it may appear, made him the happiest of men! Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world?

To win the videogame of life you just have to try to make the experience of being forced to play it as pleasant as possible, for yourself, and for all of the other players you encounter in your travels.

In the end, what will matter is how much we loved—our children, our mates, our families, our friends, everyone we knew, everyone who traveled with us during our brief visit to this unbearably lovely place. What will matter is the good we did, not the good we expected others to do.

It's not an adventure 'til something goes wrong. You can only be brave when you're scared. Through Four Gates and Five Worlds by watch or by song, Your journey is meant to be shared. Adventures are wasted on those who don't learn. Adventures must come to their ends. But there's always another one 'round the next curve. And in Traveler's Rest, you'll find friends. So, cheer up, young traveler, Adventure awaits!

I don't think you should shy away from being a part of somebody's life in such an impactful way that you never forget them, but understand that sometimes goodbye is forever. You don't feel sad about it. You just feel as though you've left or you and them have left a lasting impression. And I think that's good enough.

if the traveller cannot find Master or friend to go with him, Let him travel alone rather than with a fool for company.

Happpiness is having an outdoor adventure with friends.

Even the good plans of wise wizards like Gandalf and of good friends like Elrond go astray sometimes when you are off on dangerous adventures over the Edge of the Wild.

Face it, friends. For this journey, roads are optional.

A true friend, freely advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously, and continues a friend unchangeably.

Taking my friends to secondhand shops on and around the rue des Martyrs is at the top of my must-do-in-Paris list.

When traveling with someone, take large doses of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.

Travel only with thy equals or thy better; if there are none, travel alone.

Set fire to all your maps, forget how it’s always been. We’re explorers of the heart, learning to dream again. The adventure of a lifetime with love alone as our guide. Exotic places beyond imagination – ones we’ve longed for deep inside.

And with courageous hearts, and curious minds, they left the world they knew behind.

The road ahead of us is mysterious – full of ups & downs and twists & turns, all the while leading us to unknown destinations. This may be scary to some people, but to us this is living. And we have never felt so alive.

Why should a relationship mean settling down? Wait for someone who won’t let life escape you, who’ll challenge you and drive you towards your dreams. Someone spontaneous who you can get lost in the world with. A relationship, with the right person, is a release not a restriction.

Travel. Make memories. Have adventures. Because I guarantee that when you’re 85 and on your death bed you won’t think about that flashy car you bought, or the twenty pairs of designer shoes you owned. But you will think about that time you got lost in your favourite city. The nights spent falling in love under the stars and all the beautiful people you met along the way. You’ll think of the moments that made you feel truly alive. And at the very end, those memories will be the only valuable possessions you own.

Let’s wander, and decorate our memories with wild love, epic adventures, and soul talk with badass people. Help me collect stories people won’t believe, and memories that will keep us warm when we’re old.

Happiness is planning a trip to somewhere new, with someone you love.

We are the luckiest people in the world. How many couples get to travel together and spend quality time like we do?

Our journey isn't perfect but it's ours...and I'll stick with you till the end.

Being with you turned out to be the wildest, boldest, and the most beautiful adventure I ever took. You’re my crazy adventure.

Two great talkers will not travel far together.

Travel is a new experience that can transport you out of your everyday routine to create memories with the ones you love.

I have my little entourage of who I travel with, some friends and people who help me more technically on the track. Obviously, my engineers who I work closely with, we are all in the ship together.

Life is about travel, and beauty in life, the love we find, the joy we have the laughs we have together. That's what I'm dedicating the rest of my life to.

The best way to get to know the place you are traveling in is to walk around... and the best way to walk around is with comfortable shoes! Grab your travel buddy and your running shoes and go explore!

When you travel on a bus with guys who love all kinds of music, you get exposed to some great stuff, man.

You can travel anywhere with anyone you care.

The man who goes alone can start today, but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready.

I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.

Travellers understand, instinctively and by experience, that travel and adventure change and elongate time, even while navigating the deadlines of airline and train departures.

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream.

I love to travel with my family or my two best friends because I completely trust them. I forced my two best friends into learning to scuba dive with me in Sri Lanka - it was amazing but also hideous because we were learning in very difficult seas.

We travel just to travel.

Choose well those with whom you travel.

On every travel, we saw beautiful landscapes.

Everybody Sails alone, but we can travel side by side.

The way to happiness is much, much easier to travel with people one can trust.

When you travel, people might not have the same ideas about what is interesting.

Travel sparks our imagination, feeds our curiosity, and reminds us how much we all have in common.

We are travellers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

Sometimes an adventure is a mundane thing. A trip to the shore with your best friend. Learning you can laugh in unearthly ways.

Be creative, pack your friend and make all the other friends back home jealous. After all, you are about to make a lifetime experience.

As an adult I have often known that peculiar legacy time brings to the traveler: the longing to seek out a place a second time, to find deliberately what we stumbled on once before, to recapture the feeling of discovery. Sometimes we search out again even a place that was not remarkable itself - we look for it simply because we remember it. If we do find it, of course, everything is different. The rough-hewn door is still there, but it's much smaller; the day is cloudy instead of brilliant; it's spring instead of autumn; we're alone instead of with three friends. Or worse, with three friends instead of alone.

You don’t read, you don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to live in different worlds, to travel on great adventures through the galaxy with people you know better than you know your own family. To live and die with them. These are my friends, my best friends in the world.

The man journeyed far, and he heard and saw many strange things on his travels. He learned that - that the friend and the enemy are but two faces of the same self. That the path one believes chosen long since, constant and unchangeable, straight and wide, can alter in an instant. Can branch, and twist and lead the traveler to places far beyond his wildest imaginings. That there are mysteries beyond the mind of mortal man, and that to deny their existence is to spend a life of half-consciousness.

Maybe this is what travel gives you—or gives you back, in most cases—that childlike sense of wonder, and with it a kidstyle openness where you want to finger-paint with anyone and everyone who shows

My ideal travel companions are my family.

You never really travel alone. The world is full of friends waiting to get to know you.

It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

Kumiko and I felt something for each other from the beginning. It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go. As our meetings grew more frequent, I felt not so much that I had met someone new as that I had chanced upon a dear old friend.

Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend.

Every place is a goldmine. You have only to give yourself time, sit in a teahouse watching the passers-by, stand in a corner of the market, go for a haircut. You pick up a thread – a word, a meeting, a friend of a friend of someone you have just met – and soon the most insipid, most insignificant place becomes a mirror of the world, a window on life, a theatre of humanity.

Mostly you meet friends when traveling by accident, like by sitting next to them on the train, or in a restaurant, or in a holding cell.

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those that loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vexed the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known---cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honored of them all--- And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am part of all that I have met;

By allowing the group of people whom we call “our loved ones” to continually expand, we realize that this group is actually limitless. It is only narrow-mindedness and a superficial convention that makes us divide people into friends and strangers. The world-traveler soon learns to see in every person he interacts with a potential friend .

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find is an honest friend. He is a fortunate voyager who finds many.

I wish to go with you, not as man and wife, but merely as friends, travel companions, the sort of happy-go-lucky chums about whom rollicking old ballads of the road are written.

We are all of us, to some degree or another, brainwashed by the society we live in. We are able to see this when we travel to another country, and are able to catch a glimpse of our own country with foreign eyes.. the best we can hope for is that a kindly friend from another culture will enable us to look at our culture with dispassionate eyes.

Great growth comes from time spent in foreign lands, watching foreign people with foreign cultures. It makes you forget about your own land and race and town for a while. Great growth also comes from rooting yourself into one place from time to time. Unpack your bags, get a nice bed, a book shelf, some friends. Learn to show up, keep in touch, stick around. Growth comes in all sort of forms and shapes, everywhere at all times, and it’s yours to take and consume. Do what ought to be done. Here and now, to get you somewhere — anywhere.

I learned a lot. Friendship and kinship matter more than adventure. Boundaries only exist in our minds. A heart can travel to the horizon without moving a paw step. And I made the best friend any cat ever had.

Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all people cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.

Backpacking has noble ideals: to see how the locals live, to interact with them, to be respectful and blend in as much as possible. Backpackers want to learn, we want to understand the worlds we have entered, not simply consume them.

Who you meet is more important than where you go. Adventures are best remembered by the depth of connections with friends, not countries visited.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

I've always enjoyed traveling and having experience with different cultures and different people. But it's also a wonderful thing to be able to benefit and enable research, not only in our country but around the world.

I've gotten to travel all over the world and meet all kinds of people and do all kinds of great things, so it's, like, surreal. It just lets you know how time flies, especially when you're having fun. It seems like time keeps going by faster as I get older.

I've met the most interesting people while flying or on a boat. These methods of travel seem to attract the kind of people I want to be with.

I have amazing memories of being able to travel and being able to have family all over the world.

Sing a song Hit the trail Forget the maps, forget the guides Before you know it, you've made strides with me And I know all I need, all along Is a path and a pal, and a song

Traveling with friends, learning who we are. Forgetting about the past and making new starts

Tell everybody I’m on my way. New friends and new places to see. With blue skies ahead, yes I’m on my way.

We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it.

We are on vacation, you and me together, lying in the sunshine.

Go anywhere you like we gon' travel the world tonight. We gon' take exotic cars on joy rides. Make the best experience of our lives.

Will you travel down this road with me Help me be the one I want to be Help me see the thing I long to see

Boy mercury shooting through every degree Oh girl dancing down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip rocking through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Roam if you want to, roam around the world Roam if you want to, without wings without wheels Roam if you want to, roam around the world Roam if you want to, without anything but the love we feel

Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed When silly thoughts go through my head About the bugs and alphabet And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet That you and I will walk together again I can tell that we are gonna be friends Yes I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

Baby, you got the keys. Now shut up and drive.

Thank you for being a friend, traveled down a road and back again.

Road trippin' with my two favorite allies Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies

Come fly with me, Let's fly, Let's fly away

A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us, No" Or where to go Or say we're only dreaming

Look up at the sky No more being shy Travel round with my friends All of us till the end

I am so eager To pick up the pace To travel with my friends And forge our own fate We'll back each other If there's trouble on the way

Come Saturday morning I'm goin' away with my friend We'll Saturday-spend till the end of the day Just I and my friend We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles And then we'll move on But we will remember long after Saturday's gone

This is dangerous. Things happen to people on trips. What if we get lost, or poisoned, or we get a rash? What if they put us in jail because they think we put drugs in our butts? What if we fall out of a car? Have you heard of traveler’s diarrhea, Star? Your stomach doesn’t care where you are, it just releases.

Dryland is not just our destination. It is our destiny.

Kid, the next time I say, let's go someplace like Bolivia", let's go someplace like Bolivia.

If you are going to travel with me, we have to set a few ground rules. First off, no asking me any questions. Second, if you fall asleep for any reason other than that you are in a bed and it's nighttime, I will strangle you. Third, if you are allergic to waffles, don't eat them.

This trip we're going on is for men and not little boys. You guys are gonna see things you never saw before. So when we get back no one is going to tattle, right Julio? Cause I'm gonna do a lot of bad things. And you guys aren't gonna to stop me.

The goal: to explore a continent we had only known in books.

We’re almost there, but nowhere near it. All that matters is that we’re going.

Well, we’re not in the middle of nowhere, but we can see it from here.

What's the rush? We're here in a yellow truck, a road ahead of us and nothing but opportunities.