Tomorrow its finally time for my long awaited holiday. Uber yays all round!
So now its time to pack, which is where the downside comes. Packing is one of lifes very great evils in my opinion.
First, you need to work out the correct amount of clothes for the trip. This is one of those exponentially complicated things. It's not as simple as: 7 days, 7 T-shirts, 7 pairs of socks, 7 pants. You need to cover different eventualities. What if it rains a lot and you need to change during a day? What if its cold and you need to layer. Its a minefield!
Then there are the sundries you need to take. More eventualities, more bases to cover.
Will you need to take suncream? An umbrella? Mosquito repellant?
What will you forget that's important? Your phone charger? Your phone charger?
It's a bloody nightmare!
If you manage then, to get all your items together. What's wrong then?
You've got to fit the round peg in the square hole - which is to say: fit an impossible amount of clothing in an impossibly small suitcase. Often it invokes sitting on the bastard, forcing the zip in place - as the seams bulge and strain.
I hate bloody packing.
None the less, its time to go and finish it. Bloody norah.
Rant over.
Can't agree I'm afraid. but then, I tend to throw the minimum amount into a backpack and hope that I can get away with it.
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