I have made a radical decision: I’m taking a suitcase, not a backpack.
I know! It’s freaking me out a little, too. Here’s the thing, though – I’m not going to be moving all that much. I settle down in Edinburgh for six weeks, and then I rent a car to do my touristing. The suitcase will give me a little more room, it’ll be more practical while I’m living in Edinburgh, and it’s got wheels so it’s pretty mobile.
Let me say, though, trying to pack a sleeping bag into a suitcase? Really, really weird.
All other aspects of the pack are going well so far. I’ve almost finished running my errands, and as soon as the laundry is done I can work out whether it’s all going to fit and whether I can keep my bag under the weight limit.
I have this feeling like I should be crazier or busier or more worried, but this is the third trip I’ve taken in the last nine months, so I pretty much have everything to hand.
Not to mention the fact that my trip mostly involves big western cities. Quite different from my last two trips into the wilds of Morocco and Thailand. It’s nice not to have to worry about toilet paper and water purification tablets and diarrhoea medication.
kithika