For my trip to Asia, I packed the following items into my 35 Liter bag and small day pack:
7 boxer shorts (a mix of gray and black if you were curious)
2 shorts (1 athletic, 1 with many pockets and a built in string belt)
3 pairs of socks
1 fleece (for the mountains)
1 long-sleeved shirt (for mosquitoes)
1 pair of zip-off pants (for mountains, mosquitoes, and courteous dress at temples)
1 light rain jacket (for monsoons)
1 pair of running shoes
1 pair of flip flops
Goggles, a speedo, and a swim cap
Medicines, toiletries, and emergency items (essentials only)
1 copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
2 copies of The Atlantic magazine (to throw out after the plane ride)
A folder of important documents (ie: visas, passport copies, flight info, etc.)
Oh yes, and two other items that I’ve never carried before: A wedding band and electronics so I can blog for you lovely people.
After I finished packing, I had enough room in my bag to smuggle in a ten-pound baby if need be. But once I arrived at my wife’s parents’ house to help Marissa sort through her things, my free space had disappeared.
She had emptied her dresser onto the bed. I am not exaggerating when I say this: Marissa had four times the number of items on my list (minus the goggles, speedo, and swim cap. Also, instead of four copies of Huck Finn, Marissa only took two books, but then again, they were hardcover and more than quadruple the weight.)
“I need that,” she would insist, tugging on one sleeve of a long-sleeved shirt as I pulled back on the other.”
“You don’t need eight.”
“I NEED EIGHT!”
This went on with each category of clothing.
“You should not take four pairs of pants to the humid, tropical climate of Southeast Asia.”
Eventually we cut her wardrobe down by half and filled her pocketbook and 70 Liter sack to just before their bursting points. There was no room left for her five pound toiletry bag, so that fell on my shoulders, literally.
“Oh my god,” Marissa said during our four hour layover in Toronto. I was in the process of emailing one of the many BEACHfront hotels we would be staying at. “I forgot all of my bathing suits.”
How would you pack for a three month trip? Post your answers below in the comments section.