He was great fun to ride with, and a good off-the-bike friend so I didn't mind, I just knew I had to be the one doing all the planning and that included thinking through all the things he could possibly mess up...like not checking his passport date etc.
I was once going to the far east for a 6 week trip. He found out and wanted to join me with 2 of his old school friends who I didn't know. Knowing him but not knowing them I didn't commit, but agreed to meet up at start. I met them in their hotel in BKK after theyd arrived from London, and the first thing I clocked was a pair of shorts on the floor with a passport poking out of the back pocket. The friend of his had almost certainly crossed BKK on public transport with it poking out of his back pocket
Bit of a red flag.
The next day, sat in the airport, waiting for flight to Saigon, the other friend asked me how much money I was carrying for 6 weeks. I said I had 2 credit cards, a debit card for withdrawal, £100, and $1000 in cash hidden in a belt as emergency money in case of lost/stolen cards or if the cards didn't work in Vietnam (was 2005...so not so interconnected).
He said he had one credit card and £35 and did I think that was OK. I pointed out to him that his card might not work in Vietnam and suggested he go to airport bank and get cash advance of $1000. Off he went. Came back 2 minutes later white as a sheet. He'd lost his card already. My mate had to lend him all his cash for his entire trip.
I left all of them in Saigon the next day. I can manage one total fuckwit, but not three