Trip Start Oct 24, 2010
8Trip End Nov 12, 2010
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I don't fear death. I fear packing. I fear the possibility of forgetting something quite important.
For instance, on my last trip I have broken the toilet seat (it's a quite long story, as one could guess, so let's skip it), and only then I found out I had forgotten to take a spare toilet seat with me. But I took that as a hard lesson from life: from now on, I always carry a spare toilet seat.
And an Elvis miniature statue. You never know when you're going to need an Elvis miniature statue.
And cello strings. Even if you, like me, are not taking a Cello with you, it might be useful somehow.
And many other things that you'd probably never need. Yes, just like the toilet seat. Have I taken a toilet seat on my last trip, things would have been a lot easier.
The problem is that having all that sort of things packed - the cello strings, the toilet seat, the Elvis miniature statue and such - few space was left for those rather obvious items. Like clothing. Perhaps it would have been easier to go to a nudist camp.
Anyway, I've got all those things and some heavy coats. They say it's going to be cold there - and possibly some rain. Those heavy coats seem to occupy even more space than the Elvis miniature statue, which makes quite hard to put the t-shirts in the bag. As I was trying to pack it all in my luggage, I wondered: did Elvis have all that trouble packing his own miniature statue?