I started packing this weekend. I know, I am not due to leave for Sydney until Sunday morning. I have not even received my flight ticket yet, which is as I type this being couriered from Sydney. But I am unfortunately one of those people that hate to rush, there is nothing worse to me than rushing around my room pulling out my drawers looking for that one tank top and passport while the airport shuttle is due to arrive at any minute, and I hate it when I forget things. So I opened my bags, took out the clothes that were still in there from my last trip (ah, so thats where my black trousers were), and started packing. First in, my new underwear. 6 flower patterned and colourful cotton undies, bought especially for the trip (priorities baby, priorities). Then my new bras (purple with flowers and a white T shirt bra). Then a can of Russian caviar that my housemate brought back for me from his last trip to Moscow. He gave it to me 2 weeks ago as I passed him a t shirt I brought back for him from Sydney. I will share my pressie with D. My passport goes in one of the pockets, along with phone chip. My nice summery tops that have not seen the light of day for a year. Ditto my cooling skirts. My motion sickness pills as sightseeing with D is not complete without an activity requiring safety equipment and my feeling green. My new baby blue nightie with white lace trim. My sister is not keen on sharing a room with me unless I wear something to bed. A pair of slip ons, a pair of loafers, and a pair of heels. I will wear my trainers during the flight. I have to figure out what I have in the closet that is suitable for Summer in Sydney and KL, which I will not be wearing this week, and stick them in the suitcase. Do I really need 4 black t- shirts? Yes. I have to sort out the clothes which I will be wearing this week and need to wash on Saturday morning so I can stick them in the bag too. Is 25 pairs of underwear too much? Yes. Do I have to bring a baju kurung? Yes, unless I want to hear words "lupa" and "adat" in one sentence over and over again.
Then I go through the toiletries. Will I have enough space to take along 2 full bottles of Big Hair shampooo and conditioner? Should I just bring little bottles and rely on Fudge shampoo when I run out? Should I bring my Braun tootbrush or rely on manual labour (tiring). Darn, I then have to think about the charger for the Braun, my hairdryer, and the various wires and paraphanelia for digital cam, phone, lap top. I hate packing.
After mentally picturing what I will be taking along, I wonder if I will be able to get away with the excess luggage this time. I have previously carried 80 to 100 kilos. At old Subang airport nice abang let me on as long as I gave him my phone number. He was going to be in Manchester in a few months. Another time the system was buggered at Heathrow so we were just told to shove our luggage on the trolleys provided. More often than not however, I am beside a trash can at Heathrow chucking out excess weight (text books for foreseeable resits, chocolates etc) while cursing fat men checking in at Business Class. I realy think that airlines should consider combined weight of passenger and luggage. And where did this stupid number of 25 kilos come from??? For gods sake, my hang luggage alone can weigh 25 kilos sometimes.
So I am just about packed. I do not have a system which involves little cloth bags, plastic zip up bags and clothes rolled with tissue paper. My Giordano black t-shirt will survive being squashed in next to the Milk and White chocolate paste I am also taking along. I squash everything I can think of, pray to god my suitcase will shut, hope that I do not get checked in by ground staff with PMS, and rejoice when my luggage lands with me. Now I just have to practice that passing by customs look..you know, the innocent but not overdooing it to the point of conspicously looking innocent hence must be cavity checked.
6 comments:
I am still amazed that you went. I would have just stayed. I know, I can get pretty anal. To be honest, I will probably have to unpack as I have packed something most of my underwear.
have fun in sydney!
BTW, im flying off this thursday on Business class and i am not fat. dont cuss at me please. :P
Fakey, you are flying Business Class. I hate you.
Azures, I know. I feel like I just got here. Well, at least I get away from Winter.
I am a last minute packer who still manage to overpack. I can bring 11 books for a week's vacation and buy more books at the destination hehehehehehe ;-)
In the past, I think I have paid more money on excess baggage than the price of my ticket *sighs*.
But these days, travelling with a daughter, I learnt to pack light and think whatever you need extra you can wherever you are. Maybe it is also because these days, my travels are not as adventurous as it used to be ;-)
I hear ya sister. I pack things I am sure I will need, then I get home and look at pile of unused clothes and wonder what I was thinkin. Like Fakey, I tend to have these what if scenarios. Like what if I get drenched by rain 3 times in one day, well I will need at least 3 seperate outfits. What if I do not have access to a washing machine, well, wont 25 pairs of undies come in handy. Lets not talk about the books..
I remember travelling with my baby sis and wonder how a kechotant thing (small cute thing) can fill up 2 suitcases full of stuff.
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