27 December 2009

Letting Go

I'm sitting in a really cool hostel (Cool Raul Hostel, San Lorenzo 1670) in Rosario, Argentina after a six-hour, 300km train ride where Primera Clase did not mean First Class. Still the train ride was fun-- like taking a tour of the Argentinean countryside in 1963. What was not fun was having to carry my suitcase.

When I came down to BsAs I didn't pack for a backpacking trip and packed way too many shoes and useless coats that I now have to lug around another 3,000km. I have my backpack which has the essentials and a huge suitcase with everything else. I'm tempted to leave it but there's just too much winter gear I'll need when I get back. So what to do? Keep the suitcase but give it a good lipo treatment, Argie-style.

First to go was my 2kg of mate that I brought for no good reason. Next to go will probably be two pairs of jeans, two pairs of shoes, a couple of shirts and a jacket. I will also move some of the heavier articles to the backpack, If I can reduce the weight of the suitcase by 25% I'll be stoked. Even so, I fear a good percentage of the weight is the suitcase itself so I may just buy a bag to haul my stuff in. We'll see.

The bad news is that as I type this I can't stop thinking about a pair of red Ponys I saw earlier. I want them. What to do? SL

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