Malcolm the Monkey

When I was 12 years old, my parents took me on my first trip abroad. It was a coach trip to the Black Forrest in Germany. I can’t recall now whether it was on the way there or the way back, but at some point we journeyed through Belgium and my dad bought me a toy monkey from a service station. I lovingly named my monkey Malcolm, after our coach driver, and kept him close by the whole trip.

That was twenty years ago. Since then, Malcolm has accompanied me on many more trips around Europe as well as venturing across the ocean with me to North America on a few occasions. Wherever we go, Malcolm always creates a talking point. When other travellers see him, they quite often admit to having their own cuddly toy or personal totem that they take with them whenever they travel.

Malcolm is semi-retired now, I usually only take him on the big trips. I didn’t take him with me on my recent trip to Italy, and I missed him. I felt bad for leaving him out, so I thought I’d make it up to him by sharing with you some of his travel photos.


Malcolm and I with some fellow travel buddies in New York


Watching the sun rise over the Grand Canyon


On a trip the USA in 2010, my travel companions thought it would be funny to keep kidnapping Malcolm and have him show up in random places…


… he was even found driving the bus one morning!

Do you have a travel buddy that you always take with you wherever you go?


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