On one of our trips Xpat and myself got involved in some deep discussions, I quoted a old biker's saying: "you ride alone, you die alone" to which he answered you die alone anyway. If you are on your deathbed and there is a room full of people, not one of those fuckers are going to volunteer to die with you! That is why we get along so well, it is hard to argue with logic. He always thinks through all the bullshit and transforms it into pure logic!
When we were struggling through Robbies pass (that is not true, it was a highlight of the trip for me) and we were exhausted, Justin and I was entertaining the idea of camping down in the pass, which is nothing more than a rocky riverbed (with some nice sandy patches just big enough for pitching a tent). When we ran this past Xpat he said we best attempt a really steep rocky road out of the pass onto higher ground as the possibility of a flash flood was too high, the sky was rather dark and gloomy, threatening rain at any minute. I voted for the higher ground camping, so that was 2 against 1 and we rode up the steep hill, which actually was not that bad after all.
If we camped in the riverbed I would have missed one of the coolest things I ever saw, an ant route march! An entire ant colony came rushing out of the bushes where we were going to camp, in front were the strong able bodied ants all carrying food or eggs, they probably made up a third of the colony, then followed what I assume was the wimmen, loudly chatting away (I imagine!) followed by the children and at the very back the sick and cripples. there were quite a few corporals running up and down either side of the column making sure everyone was keeping to their order and I even saw some of them helping and carrying some of the cripples! Justin and myself were watching this passing parade and as they came, they disappeared into the bushes on the other side of the "road". Most fascinating.