Well, Mom finally arrived in Victoria for the first leg of her trip. Since she wouldn't have her stuff to select from, I think she brought everything she owns, including every bag that was in her house. And we still went out and bought another bag for her. It is pretty skookum (sp?) and holds all of the essentials but limits the unessentials. The 'Goldilocks Bag.' Juuuust right. My bag is bigger (the Papa Bear bag) so I am loading in the luxury items. Over the last two evenings I have entertained Mom with my zip-lock baggie obsession. I have baggies for electronic accessories, batteries, bandaids, cream and lotions, snacks, clothes, shoes, medicines. You name it, it is in a baggie. If anything explodes, it will be contained (famous last words - knock on wood).
We have taken turns practise packing. We are like a military drill team building and breaking down our rifles. Next we will practise carrying our bags over our heads through swampy, leach infested marshes and yelling 'Mayday, Medic" when one of us goes down (maybe I should cut down on the war movies).
My Bag ready to go!
Anyway. It has been helpful in that we have talked each other out of some stuff and talked each other into other stuff. Probably balances out in the end weight-wise but hopefully for the positive in functionality.
Once again, Africa is reminding us that this isn't a cushy prearranged tour. There were two earthquakes in neighbouring countries last night. Refugees flooding in, refugees flooding out. Hopefully a balance will be met, much like our luggage. (Yes, I did just compare bloodied and desperate refugees to baggies of electronics accessories & lotions. Really, I will come back from this trip a more compassionate and understanding person. I can only improve at this point. Stay tuned from my transformation. )
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Here I sit on a giant blue exercise ball in a comfortable yellow office in a big warm house in a vast cold province.
Not just Africa but the entire world lies safely before me. With a few swift key strokes I can see where you are, look up any bird or watch a pride of lions bring down and devour a gazelle.
I wish I were going.
This damn computer keeps me chained to my desk where I slowly choke on stale air.
Enjoy your tripil.com
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