Time to pickup my backpack again…
(oops! I forgot that I have a separate travel blog now!)
You know, after a while, especially if you are backpacking alone, your backpack transforms into a living being. I’m not crazy, but the other day I discovered myself talking to someone. But who? there was nobody around me! Wait a minute. Oh no! I am talking to my backpack!
It is your friend and companion, and it will listen to everything you have to say. Initially full of fresh, clean smelling clothes, it soon starts getting filled with
smelly fragrant socks that have been used for 2 days. Although I am a neat-freak, I cannot resist an occasional urge of lazyness and I simply dump stuff into it in a haphazard manner.
My backpack is the sexiest female I know and she is pretty experienced too! She has a military black-green (makes others green with envy) color, plenty of straps and pockets and provision for size adjustments. Those adjustments are useful if someone else wants to use it.
You probably guessed. I don’t share my women (my bike, laptop, backpack, etc.)
The best thing about my backpack is that she is very flexible and never complains. I dump her on dirty roads, sit on her, use her as a pillow, put her in plastic bags during flights and things like that but never I hear a groan. Ofcourse I make it up by carrying her on my back and hugging her tightly when I am defensive. I also sleep
with next to her whenerver I am on a train or bus. She loves me unconditionally indeed.
My backpack has several compartments. I stash my dirty laundry in the smaller compartment at the bottom, but in few days the dirty laundry is moved to upper (spacious) compartment. I carry plastic bags because I get terrified by the mere thought of putting my used socks and used underwear together. There is another section for documents, a section for toiletries, watter bottle, sleeping bag (if I need) etc.
They say ‘there is a woman behind every fool man’ and I can provide visual evidence of truth of that statement.
I am excited to travel with her. Bye bye from both of us. For next 2.5 weeks, we (her name is ‘Roku’ (roh-kuh) btw.) will explore the himalayas in Bhutan.