I decided to lose one kilo a week in the months preceding my trip. Disappointingly, however, I seem rather to have gained what I hoped I’d lose. The panic now is what will I have to wear in Europe – most of the hotels will require smart casual garb (and The Ritz London jacket and tie) so I’ve shopped up a storm – also (funny this) as an antidote to my anxiety about how much money I’ll have when I return from a month in Europe – I’m spending more, not less. I’m a sick puppy.
I’ve decided to take the Samsonite Four Wheeler and JP as taken the F’Lite range. I’m using Ziploc bags to act as partitions as the case in simply a hard shell.
We’re taking the Golden Pass train in Switzerland which will penetrate the mountain passes as it cuts a diagonal through the country. The journey from Zurich to Geneva will take about eight hours and almost as many train changes. I remember dragging by case through the sand (I bet no amount of wheels can improve that experience) in Luxor, Egypt and hating myself for packing so much.
I am taking so few things along (just cameras, computer, phone chargers and toiletries already make up 10kg) that I’ve even told my mom and sister that I won’t take their gifts along to my brother in London. The thought of schlepping my bag (even such a fabulous one) on and off eight trains in one day almost made me change the routing to skip the scenery and lunch in Bern instead or get Fedex to deliver my bags directly to the hotel.
Best news about Switzerland though is that we seem to have found JP’s half-brother whom he has never met. More as that story unfolds.
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