Well, after packing and repacking and RE-packing, ad nauseum, removing a few zip lock bags, combining packing cubes, removing one pair of socks, one neck cooler, cutting the edges off the container for my extra SD camera card, etc. etc., I’ve finally finished packing. And it ain’t pretty! Fortunately, about three pounds of what’s in the pack are meds and foot pads, as well as other disposable items. The good news is that they’ll be diminishing along the way. The bad news is that I’ll be carrying 63 days’ worth at the beginning.
I talked with my daughter tonight, who with her husband had backpacked around the world, southern hemisphere, for fifteen months recently. Asked her if I should dump my good camera and the MacBook Air I had packed just so I could write posts on this website. She said, “No, not if you want to bring them. You’ll figure it out.”
She added, “Sometimes, I could manage the weight quite well . . . and sometimes I wanted to set my backpack on fire.” So I’ll go with it initially. Maybe I’ll send my sleeping bag home if I find that most of the hostels actually have reasonable mattresses and I can just use my sleep sack and my neck-pillow-transformed-from-a-lightweight-vest. Maybe I’ll send my foot pads and some of the other small but weighty stuff on ahead of me . . . over and over again. Can’t send the meds ahead, in case they get lost.
Well, I’ll get nothing but stronger . . . unless I get “tireder”, and I suppose I’ll happily alternate between one and the other until I get used to it. Or until I set my pack on fire!