I had planned to write a great post about packing, but I was busy doing just that. Packing. Oh well. I bet half of you weren’t that interested in knowing how many underwear I was taking anyway (the answer is obviously seven).
I’m taking my big backpack, as usual, as well as a small shoulder bag. Nothing fancy but my whole life is in these bags, hence the two hours spent meticulously bagging, cleaning, checking and closing. Phew.
People have been asking me “have you packed already?” for at least two weeks. I replied very politely, “no, not yet” to most of them. But trust me, at the end, I was that close to yelling: “no I haven’t! How on earth can you pack weeks ahead? I’m a backpacker, not a fucking mover!“. Of course, I haven’t actually said that to anyone but I seriously wonder how can one pack that early. Don’t you use your toothbrush, your soap etc. until the morning you leave?
So we are leaving tomorrow morning. We have a long trip ahead of us and I should be getting some sleep but I’m way too nervous. Not scared. Nervous. I quit four days ago and I already feel like an outcast, in a nice kind of way. I don’t have a routine anymore and I don’t have a plan. We are free. Woohoo!
Meanwhile, it got really cold here, down to -15 today with a really bad windchill. I’m not going to miss the winter but I wonder how I will feel tomorrow when we arrive. I don’t think I have ever experienced such a temperature difference.
Anyway, I will be blogging regularly so stay tuned for news from Central America. Off to bed…