Gearing up....the packing experience...

This is always such a quandary....what to take and what to leave behind.  We certainly have a lot of input from previous travelers and bloggers, but there is no perfect solution.

Given that, we have just settled on a 26" suitcase for our checked luggage.  We have packed...and the remaining unused room within that piece suggests that we have forgotten something really important.  We keep look looking fearfully at each other while checking our handwritten lists but cannot imagine what we might have overlooked...So the suitcase has been zipped up, come what may.

Of course, when I have to buy a hairbrush in Johannesburg or Paul discovers he is without razors we will have to suck it up and make the purchase.  I am remembering the really sub-par eyebrow pencil bought in Rötthenberg and the less than attractive crew neck top embroidered with"Deutchland" that Paul can only wear to Pickle Ball in a snow storm........but hey, the guy was cold!

We keep these items close by so that we might remember that underneath the veneer of seasoned travelers is a mistake waiting to happen.

I would be remiss if I did not mention that were cautioned to spray our clothes with Permethrin, to deter mosquitos.  This seemed like a no brainer to me because mosquitos love me more than I can explain.  They send text messages announcing my delectable arrival, suggesting a Vegas style buffet....So I have dutifully spent time on the back deck spraying all my clothes, while wearing a mask and gloves.  

I bought two bottles......but Paul said he had already packed (was this three weeks ago?)  and was not disrupting  his handiwork to spray shirts against mosquitos. Naturally, he will remain bite free and all the local bugs will chew through my Dr. Livingstone, I presume, clothing, while biting the life out of me.   So I am stuck with an unopened bottle of Permethrin.

Anybody need one?

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  1. UnknownFebruary 6, 2017 at 4:31 PM

    The eyebrow pencil I purchased in Rotthenburg was first-rate

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