It’s never a good idea to pack your backpack for the first time an hour before starting a six-month tramp. Bits of kit lay littered around me on the Airbnb floor. Various sizes and colours of dry bags, ropes, straps, repair kits, gear instructions, two sleeping bag liners (one for winter, one for summer), three sizes of travel towel, two pairs of gloves (thermal and waterproof), clothes, eight days’ food, personal locator beacon, foot cream. So much other stuff, plus a foldable plastic kitchen sink.
My eyes moved from the gear to the tiny 38l backpack. How was it all going to fit in there?
I squeezed and crammed, pushed and stuffed and still the top wouldn’t close. I emptied everything back onto the floor and started again.
This time…