Posts Tagged ‘socks’
I’ve packed up my guitar, my books and my ridiculous shoe collection. Today I’m leaving the motherland to live abroad.
No matter how much space you have, there is always more stuff you can take along on the road. It’s not the needs that determine what to take along, but the space that is available. Anybody with some camping experience can tell you tell buying a bigger car doesn’t mean that next time it will be easier to fit everything in.
For years, I’ve used a big 70 liter backpack when I went away for more than a couple of days. It always filled itself pretty quickly with clothes – half a dozen pants (short and long), a t-shirt for each day and plenty of underwear and socks.
That backpack has seen its last days, and since I can no longer use it, I’ve fallen back to one of my other backpacks – a small one meant for mountain hiking, which fits only 30 liters. With the help of some ziplock bags (expensive but very well worth it), this works perfectly fine too, and I don’t have to carry such a big sack around. Another advantage is that the 30l bag fits in the overhead storage on airlines, which means no more waiting for (lost) checked luggage.
I can be really stupid and clumsy sometimes. On this trip I’ve taken a few night trains. When I wake up in one of those I am usually more, erhm, disoriented than normal. This has resulted in several misplaced items previously in my possession:
There’s the bottle of jenever I left in my Budapest hotel room. Hopefully my roommate will not mistake it for water and put it to good use.
Gatwick security (stupid air traffic safety rules) confiscated a can of deodorant I kept in my hand luggage.
There are a number of socks missing. I’m not sure how many exactly, or where I lost them, but there are at least two incomplete pairs. Maybe I just suck at packing.
Our conductor on the train from Budapest to München insisted on keeping our tickets with him during the night. I have had conductors insist on this before, but usually I can talk them out of it. This one wouldn’t bulge, and so when he returned my tickets to me in the morning (right before I snoozed out a few more minutes of sleep) I got them mixed up in my cushion and then left them on the train. New tickets for the rest of my journey: not cheap.
Today I solved another of life’s great mysteries; that of grown men walking around with Kermit the frog themed socks.
My suspicion has always been that it had something to do with their fondness for Kermit the frog (unlikely) or because somebody else with less feeling for style happened to buy their socks (impossible). This morning it hit me. Finding two matching socks when they all are very distinct is just so much easier. I’m not sure if that’s a valid excuse though, even if it saves 30 seconds in the morning.
As for me, I’ll stick with my various shades of black for the moment. Oh vanity, you win again.