It’s easy to think a lot when you’re lying in bed doing nothing, isn’t it?
As I type, it’s 10am on a Sunday morning and I’m not hungover – partly a result of saving money for my travels but mostly because of this debilitating man flu I’m suffering from. Ladies, it does exist.
So yeah, back to thinking. A few things have dawned on me this morning. Firstly; I’m off backpacking in Australia on the 10th March, and I’m lacking possibly the most fundamental item: a backpack. I’ve got the 90 litre monster that I took to Benicassim last summer, but carrying that gave me the turning circle of a small cruise liner. Hardly practical when you’re dodging the myriad of pickpockets on Las Ramblas.
I keep hearing that less is more when on the road. That worries me. When I went away for just over two weeks last summer, I took half my wardrobe and more. Now I’m probably going to have to break it down into a couple of t-shirts, a pair of jeans, shorts, jacket and a few more essentials. First world problems or what?
All of this paled into insignificance however, when I read a guide that suggested you take three pairs of underwear. Yes, three pairs of boxer shorts. Either the person who wrote that makes a few trips to the launderette every week, or is a dirty sod. Not sure if I’m too keen to find out.
Secondly; I’m due to move out of my house in Leeds within the next couple of weeks, and I’ve no idea how the hell I’m going to get all this stuff back to the mother’s house (mum, if you’re reading, it might require a couple of trips…). There really is more shite in this room than I care to know about. I’ve turned into quite the hoarder since going to uni.
Finally, tomorrow I start my last week at work. I’ve made some great friends through that place and met some amazing people who will be friends for life. I’m not sure many people can say that.
Anyway, that’s enough of the soppiness for now. I’m off to pick out my three favourite pairs of boxers.
Have you been backpacking? What were your essential items on the road? Leave a comment!