I enjoy reading travel books, here's a couple of good ones - A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson and Tents and Tent Stability by Chris Lown. Although I'm no Bill or Chris when it comes to writing there was one thing I particularly enjoyed about both those books - the introduction to the trip with equipment shopping detail. They both describe the interaction at their local outdoor store and how they reacted to the prices. Outrageously priced items are definitely on sale. Buyer beware! In a similar theme to the cost of printer ink, the most expensive fluid in the world. The fabric for backpacks must be hand woven on solid gold looms by employees not on minimum wage or zero contract hours. Hand crafted in a parlour, every stitch lovingly perfected by a named individual. No? Then how can two backpacks cost over 200 quid? Where's the justification? Our employee earned an 'Employee of the Century Award'. We spent the best part of a whole Sunday trying and fitting backpacks. They were strewn all over the floor of the shop. Our guy didn't wince or moan at us once, although his heart must have been breaking. Mine is a lightweight dream, half the capacity of my antique backpack purchased for my India trip back in 2001. This was built of sturdier stuff, a weight to qualify for ultra pricing and had 75 litre capacity. Taller than me when fully stuffed. See? There I am, pictured to go.
My new backpack is smaller than regular hand luggage, I can just carry some anti-malarials I reckon. 'Well, we'll have to be strict', I sighed in the outdoor store. It's going on a test run at the beginning of November; I'll be able to compare British trains with Bangladeshi ones soon. And that brings me back to Bangladesh. We're booked; flights, travel clinic - even told the owner of our favourite curry house. He beamed, I hope the next time we visit there isn't a parcel to take for his mum - but I decided - before I told him, that if that was the case, I wouldn't mind. Anyway, after the announcement of our Bangladesh winter trip I received a comment in an email from a couple who said that on their return to Manchester from India a number of years ago, the Brits looked as though they'd been inflated with bicycle pumps, compared to the slim Asians. Our round of farewells has begun and so we're going for a bicycle pumped look on arrival. Firstly Nige and Sal for the weekend, then here we are with a giant ice cream and Mike brandishing comedy spoon at the conclusion of a scrumptious meal at Zaks Waterside in Norwich. We were with Jon and Linda who declared 'The best veggie burgers in the world!' Who are we to disagree? There's no picture of the burgers but for those who didn't see it on Facebook, here we are with the ice cream (and spoons). Oh - happy days.
I love travel, any type. There is always a buzz in finding & exploring a place for the first time, meeting and making new friends and if you return things are never quite the same.
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