I may, just to hear some of you cry, do a post or two from Iceland ‘in character’ but right now I am trying to figure out what I am going to forget, this time. Last time it was my phone. As usual I do a briefcase and a small carry-on bag.
Being Canadian I am not worried about cold or rain or wind. I have a layer of fat (like a walrus) to insulate me from sudden temperature changes. Pads to take paper notes and the ever-present ‘book’ that has requests in it. Two of my favourite pens (sharpie fine and a zebra f-701 stainless steel), tablet, phone, music player and chargers and cords. Huh, wonder what is missing.
Ah well, travelling solo is always an adventure. Gate camps have a different meaning in airports. Nice thing is I know where I am going, who I am looking forward to seeing and talking to and what I want to get done. The rest is just icing on the cake.
oooh, I hope there is pie, screw cake.
fly it like you won it