Keith and I went over everything we need to bring on this trip - clothes, bathing suits, medication, first aid kit, footwear, camera equipment - and laid it all out on the living room floor. And then we brought out the boxing gloves.
I threw a pair of zip-off pants and a toothbrush into my bag and declared myself officially packed. "Look at all this extra room!" I crowed. "Lots of room for souvenirs!"
Keith, the consummate boy scout, prefers to over-prepare. His backpack is double the size of mine, containing everything he thinks we could possibly need, including two first aid kits. Imagine! Two? Why would you bring even a bandaid when a banana leaf and some sticky spit would do the job?
We all know that before the end of this trip, I will be sneaking into his pack to "borrow" a few items.
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