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ok everything i left for myself to pack is packed. it’s 12:30.
we have to leave the house at 3:30, maybe 3 if we anticipate traffic.
I have five dresses, four pairs of pants, four shirts, and twelve pairs of underpants, and six bras, for fourteen days. I also have laundry supplies, maybe too many thereof. Socks? Who knows.
Dude made little bivvy rolls of shirt, socks, underwear, and made 14 of them, and then when I couldn’t fit everything into the duffel and it was overweight, took like 5 back out, so he’ll need to do some laundry too. (Which is fine, I’m prepared.) Oh he also separately packed a t-shirt to sleep in each night so you know, I’m really not sorry he had to take some back out, that’s a lot of clothes. I brought one shirt to sleep in every single night the whole time we’re there. I guess I sweat less at night than him, though. (I’m figuring on rinsing it out and sleeping in a different t-shirt at least once, but I also figured I could re-wear a daytime one if it came to that, or sleep in underwear. Is it gross that I reuse my pajamas that much? Now I’m insecure. Maybe I stink and nobody’s telling me. I guess the yurt spiders don’t care, and Whiskey the cat sure doesn’t give a shit, she’s filthy at all times.)
We’re gonna have to repack in Turkey anyway. One of the things wedged into the giant duffel bag is a smaller empty duffel bag. I’m ready to buy souvenirs.
I’m gonna get a local SIM in KG and then I can tether my laptop. I dunno what I’ll do if anything in Turkey.
I have so many fucking envelopes and cigarette cases and zippered pouches of cash fucking stashed around random parts of my luggage. All of them are in places where I’ll remember to look, but ugh, I’m like. Maybe I should just have a ton in my wallet. But no! No. It’s all divided among various bags.
Except for Dude. His carry-on has no zippering compartments and so I didn’t give him any, he’s just got his regular wallet. I’m not putting anything in a pocket that doesn’t securely fasten.
An interior securely-fastening pocket, that is.
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ok everything i left for myself to pack is packed. it’s 12:30.
we have to leave the house at 3:30, maybe 3 if we anticipate traffic.
I have five dresses, four pairs of pants, four shirts, and twelve pairs of underpants, and six bras, for fourteen days. I also have laundry supplies, maybe too many thereof. Socks? Who knows.
Dude made little bivvy rolls of shirt, socks, underwear, and made 14 of them, and then when I couldn’t fit everything into the duffel and it was overweight, took like 5 back out, so he’ll need to do some laundry too. (Which is fine, I’m prepared.) Oh he also separately packed a t-shirt to sleep in each night so you know, I’m really not sorry he had to take some back out, that’s a lot of clothes. I brought one shirt to sleep in every single night the whole time we’re there. I guess I sweat less at night than him, though. (I’m figuring on rinsing it out and sleeping in a different t-shirt at least once, but I also figured I could re-wear a daytime one if it came to that, or sleep in underwear. Is it gross that I reuse my pajamas that much? Now I’m insecure. Maybe I stink and nobody’s telling me. I guess the yurt spiders don’t care, and Whiskey the cat sure doesn’t give a shit, she’s filthy at all times.)
We’re gonna have to repack in Turkey anyway. One of the things wedged into the giant duffel bag is a smaller empty duffel bag. I’m ready to buy souvenirs.
I’m gonna get a local SIM in KG and then I can tether my laptop. I dunno what I’ll do if anything in Turkey.
I have so many fucking envelopes and cigarette cases and zippered pouches of cash fucking stashed around random parts of my luggage. All of them are in places where I’ll remember to look, but ugh, I’m like. Maybe I should just have a ton in my wallet. But no! No. It’s all divided among various bags.
Except for Dude. His carry-on has no zippering compartments and so I didn’t give him any, he’s just got his regular wallet. I’m not putting anything in a pocket that doesn’t securely fasten.
An interior securely-fastening pocket, that is.
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