How exactly am I gonna fit everything in? Some friends of mine were having panic packing moments due to the fact that they are going overseas to get married - three and a half weeks in total. I realise it's a momentous occasion, lifetime commitment and all that, but really. Three and a half weeks? Not crossing over different seasons? Not hot and wet, then hot and dry, then kind of hot, then warm, then cold, then cold and wet back to warm, hot, hot and wet?
THIS is what I have to pack for in area with very little tar on the roads, an awful lot of mud or dirt depending on whether it's wet or dry, a good helping of sand and ocean and some good old fashioned gravelly, lumpy, rocky stuff underfoot.
So it boils down to shoes. And waterproof clothing that somehow keeps you cool and keeps you warm at the appropriate time of year. Oh and hoods. I am embracing my inner hoodie. May I also point out that I have just one 65 litre rucksack. I look like a turtle. On a good day. Most days I try not to fall over while looking like a lunatic taking part in a rucksack lifting Olympics.
Happily I like shoes. But there is no way in hell, heaven, earth or the universe that I can get pretty flip flops, gladiator sandals, waterproof flip flops, comfy trainers, hiking trainers, ugg boots and waterproof boots into my rucksack.
Unless of course I give up all clothes and toiletries which could be quite deeply disastrous. I suppose I could go barefoot though. But I really do like shoes. A little too much.
