As I get ready to embark on the next leg of this journey I find myself with a somewhat familiar question – what the heck do I pack? I’ve spent the last couple of weeks inventorying my stuff (at least what’s left of it) and figuring out what I might need and what else I can get rid of. I’ve made many lists, done a ton of sorting, and I think I am ready to go.
My general rule for purchases is “in with one, out with another”, but this time around I had to break my own rule more than once. I needed to purchase some general travel gear (head lamp, travel pillow, safety whistle) and replace some items that I have had for far too long (under garments). I needed some new/used footwear (boots for trudging through the farmland and sandals for trudging through the rivers) and some new (second-hand means new to me) clothes; shirts to dirty up and skirts to dress down. I purchased some new toiletries and plenty of sunscreen and bug spray. This was the result…
Needless to say, I’ve packed entirely too much. My pack is ridiculously heavy, it takes a supreme amount of effort to get it all the way up to and then onto my back. Then once its up there I have to try really hard to keep from falling over backwards. Insanity… What a brilliant idea it was to sell all of my belongings and carry the rest around on my back. Can you say – crazy! I also collected some smaller bags to contain all of this stuff separately inside the big bag.
And that’s only the big bag. I also have a computer/day bag. This is what went in there.
Oh my. What have I gotten myself into? Maybe I should just take the baby instead…
I will most likely end up ditching some of these things along the way, and of course as I use up stuff the pack with get lighter too. But for now – it is a super heavy load. I’m glad most of my traveling will be by bus, where I can just leave my big bag at the curb and the driver will take care of the rest. Well, wish me luck.
Stripped of your ordinary surroundings, your friends, your daily routines, your refrigerator full of food, your closet full of clothes – with all this taken away, you are forced into direct experience. Such direct experience inevitably makes you aware of who it is that is having the experience. That’s not always comfortable, but it is always invigorating. – Michael Crichton
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