Don’t you hate packing for a trip. That is my worst! I can spend hours, days and weeks researching what to see and the best way to get there. After all I do that so often for clients that it is second nature to me now when I plan my own trip. So all the tickets are here – check. Hotel vouchers – check. Travel insurance – you bethcha. Now I have to pack. Nooooo. Hate it. What to take and what to leave.
Ok – so let’s be rational about this. Just start off by laying everything out on the bed that you think you might need and then you can go through a process of elimination – right? Easy?
So let’s consider the destination. Now my next big trip is to India so that will present some packing problems. I start in Delhi and I am told that I should pack light comfortable clothing that is modest, covering arms and legs. I wish I could say I would look as cool as Judy Dench
But somehow I don’t think that is going to happen. I also don’t think I will get there and have a sari made. That somehow jars. Makes me think about my days in Swaziland when Peace Corps volunteers would arrive and get so carried away with the local culture that they would dress up in Swazi tribal wear which looks good on a Swazi but not really so much on someone from Ohio or wherever.
The big problem is the “What if’s”. What if we end up going to a really lovely restaurant – shouldn’t I take some heels. What if it is really cold when we go to the tiger reserve – should I take my down jacket. What if it’s too hot. What if it’s too cold. I am driving myself crazy here. So I thought I would do some research online as to the best packing practices. BIG MISTAKE. Oh my god. People actually take photos of their luggage contents in case they lose something. Believe it or not I found an essential packing list and this was one of the items together with a million other things. By the time I get all of this in my bag I will be charged for overweight luggage.
I can do this however – I did a 2 week trip through Ireland once just with my carry-on bag. It was really easy – I took black lulu-lemon with a couple of tshirts and basically wore the same stuff every day and when I got home I burnt everything in a sacrificial fire. (Just kidding).
Most women when they get to a certain age will find that maybe their arms weren’t what they used to be. This becomes problematic planning a summer vacation. I am off to Provence and the weather forecast is wonderful but how to get away with those little sleeveless dresses and batwing arms?
Ah hah! Help is at hand. You can now buy new arms – well arm cover ups to be precise. Wow what will they think of next. You can get them in any colour and just slip them under that little sleeveless dress for a complete cover up of Nature’s faults.
Well that’s fine and dandy – now what about the rest? Easy to cover up the arms. What about the neck you might ask?
Somehow I think that would be a bit more difficult. You could go this route –
Ummm – maybe not so much. People might think you had broken something. Seems it would get awfully hot too.
It just goes to show the lengths we women will go to hide our “little” flaws and why it takes us just a little bit longer in the morning to get dressed.
So in keeping with my mantra of packing light and covering up how about just packing the one essential garment to take you through every occasion.
On the flight
On the boat
All this packing and planning – it’s too much!
There lies my suitcase – on the living room floor – and it’s packed. The remarkable thing about this is that it was packed a good 36 hours before I am due to leave the house and head for the airport. This must constitute a record. It is such an amazing occurrence it has been giving me a headache and caused me to wake up in the middle of the night wondering if I have finally gone off my rocker! People, this is an unheard of phenomenon. I have been known to finish my packing with the taxi waiting at the front door. This has caused huge distraction and lack of concentration – like the time we drove all the way to Calgary airport and left my bag sitting on the floor of the garage. Or the time I completely forgot to pack my underwear. Yes, you try wearing a pair of your husband’s tighty whities under your skirt and see how it feels.
Tighty Whities - or what I would call Y-Fronts
So I am feeling rather smug at the moment – which is not a good thing as I know from experience. I am heading into untrodden territory – at least for me. First stop is Hanoi, followed by Ha Long Bay, Siem Reap and the Mekong. Wow – I feel dizzy at the thought. Have I really packed the right stuff – maybe I should go through it all just one more time…. just to be sure.
Stop it Lesley – it will be fine. The bag is packed – let it be….. but just double check you packed your knickers.