A trip, a departure, an arrival, vacations, or a complete change.
It doesn’t matter!
In any of the above situations, luggage must be packed and subsequently unpacked.
What you put into it depends on a number of factors, such as climate and geography.
Wind, rain, sun, beach, mountain, forest, snow, heat. Each aspect implies a complete change in your wardrobe and everyday utensils.
But the most important of all doesn’t need to be analyzed, investigated or deduced.
Your luggage depends on you alone.
From your detachment, from your comfort and way of leading your life.
With the passage of my travels and backpacks, I learned that no matter how long the journey is, the junk should last for at most one week.
But to reach this near perfection, I had a lots of mistakes, more for excess than for scarcity.
In my first venture out of Brazil I chose a small town in the northern US where I would work as a lifeguard at a water park. A small detail: outside the temperature and the snow pointed -15 degrees, inside the complex families with their children had fun with the characters of Looney Tunes, such as Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Sylvester and their crew.
With my bag packed, I arrived in New York, where along with three other exchangers who became friends (Bruce, Gustavo and Ovo), I tested my fluency in the Anglo-Saxon language.
The goal was to buy a train ticket while Ovo tried to make his luggage smaller so he could fit into the station’s room without extra charge. We wanted to explore the city a little bit.
It seemed simple, but fear spread through my body.
A direct and objective question about values and directions would solve the problem, but my mouth simply dried, trembled, and stayed closed.
Hi, I am potato!
It was how I sounded, but apparently I was understood, and from there we headed to the small and quiet Queensbury.
My second move was to India.
How to prepare myself and my things for 1 year in a completely different territory?
The best answer to this question is: You will NEVER be prepared.
So do not stress yourself.
Clothes can be bought anywhere. Take as little as possible and enjoy the world.
Arriving in Mumbai I would be welcomed by a member of AIESEC (an international platform that enables the personal and professional development of young students through programs of teamwork, leadership and exchange). He would take me to the hotel the company had booked for the first week.
The heat greeted me, but I found no one waiting for me.
Affliction began to hit as well, along with dozens of Indians offering me taxi services. Time was passing and nothing. No one.
Not so smart, I did not have anyone’s phone, neither internet to check something, however the address of the hotel was noted.
I just needed to get into the airport again, get some rupees and go to the right place. Easy.
As I reach the door I am approached by a policeman, who with a peculiar accent asks to see my ticket.
I explain my situation, but there is no commotion. I could not get into the airport again, because my flight had past. There were no ATMs outside, so I was (pardon the word) fucked up.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Clear the mind. Everything will be fine.
With the confusion of thoughts passing like a movie in my head I turn and take one last look at the crowd that gathered to greet their loved ones, and suddenly I see a young man with a sheet written AIESEC.
Shantanu, a young Indian, had been late, and sweating came to greet me.
Taxi paid by my savior, and an impression that I would have a beautiful and different year ahead.
In Germany I arrived already more experienced and the surprises were only the thousands of things that my mother managed to infiltrate in my suitcase, from banana candies through to paçoca (a brazilian sweet), sewing kit, flashlight and many other stuff in addition (all useful according to her. Thanks, mom!).
I arrived in Madrid, where my sister lived, and had to help her transport the suitcase to Frankfurt, from where she would continue traveling. With excess or weight, we had the help of a nice gentleman, who pretended he didn’t see this issue and and let us follow without problems.
In Korea I arrived really tired, but this has already been discussed previously. (http://campodegelo.com/57-hours-flying-brazil-south-korea/)
I made the mistake of informing my mother that in Korean territory it would be difficult to find deodorant, since the charismatics Asians do not need it. When unpacking the bag I think I found more than 10 various aerosol tubes. Not bad actually.
It is worth remembering that my sister was in charge of bringing my whole luggage after visiting me in Seoul, because I would spend 2 months traveling alone with my backpack.
The mission should not be complicated for her, who follows me around the world, but we did not expect the wheels to break, causing the luggage to become like a sack of potatoes. Fortunately the airline took care of the loss and gave us a brand new bag.
Happier it was I, who escaped from this episode and left everything on her back, or rather, in the arms of my sister.
At other times we were so stunned that we forgot certain things. Like when the patriarch of the family did the notice he had to pick up his backpack with all passports and documents after the X-ray. Without knowing a single work in English and lost, we managed to save him and recover everything intact. This was the lesson of that day: always carry your money and passport with you, never in bags or backpacks.
And here I am, with the bags open, preparing everything for another change, this time to Thailand, with a certainty: the luggage of memories and experiences (which has no weight or dimensions limit) will grow even more.