10 hours and counting —
Everything’s packed to the hilt. I don’t dare touch a zipper until I get to New Delhi because I really do think everything will literally spew all over the airplane. The last to go in will be my little mac and little IchaPod the ancient iPod, which are both furiously downloading some flicks (Freakanomics, Runners High and Pelada) and some tunes (Jónsi, Okkervil River and Broken Bells). Battery life, don’t fail me now!
I try to travel light and tend to haul the same stuff wherever I go (safety pins and tape, which come in handy way more often than you’d think; tea tree oil, nature’s cure-all; a journal/notepad and approximately a half-bazillion pens..and even then they always seem to be elusive; a spoon — again, handy. Trusssst me. I’ve been that girl slurping down a Chobani and it’s not a pretty sight.)
But, there are a few other things that I like to take along for the ride. Just little tokens of sentiment that I’ve picked up over the years —
With all my little do-dads and trinkets in tow, it’s on. Next time you hear word from this bliggityblog, it’ll becoming from half-way around the world!
Roll credits, cue John Denver.