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My packing nightmare

We were shopping for a duffel bag when my mom encouraged me to get a bigger bag than I really wanted, because she argued it’s always better to have extra space than not enough. My counterpoint was that if I have the space, it is my moral duty to use it all.


Now, I know you’re looking at that photo above, asking yourself, “is that an AC filter?” but let me assure you that as untalented in prioritizing packing as I am, I’m not taking that with me.

I do have to clear enough closet and storage space so that my friend Brian (who is subleasing my place) will have room for what I hear is a clothing collection of Lady Gaga proportions.

That aside, do you know how hard is it to narrow down months worth of clothing for Northeastern winter and Caribbean heat in the same trip?

On a happier note, a consensus was reached at my going away gathering, that I should of course show up wearing my pirate costume from Halloween.


There was also plenty of advice, such as…

1. Beware of Caribbean men who will seduce me for a visa

2. Somali pirates, of course

3. To turn my area below deck into a floating nightclub

4. Pack only a leopard thong, because I should naturally leave all pants at home. Pants being optional below certain latitudes.

Thanks everyone for coming to say adieu, and I will be sure to take all these fine points into consideration.

4 replies on “My packing nightmare”

Drink lots of rum for us Luganos. In the Royal Brittish Navy (cerca 1700’s) they were only required to give a man a 14″ wide space to bunk. So by Ginger standards, you will be on a California King size berth. Oh yeah, and don’t forget that you have to have a bucket.

Yes, but on a two-watch ship that meant half the crew was on deck while the other was below, therefore most men had 28″. Luxurious indeed!

I’ll represent the Lugano, no worries!

The British Navy had a problem: they needed to supply rum (or scotch) to sailors in order to keep morale high. Yet, with the daily ration, sailors were drunk all day!

The solution? Cut the rum in half with water, so they weren’t too drunk to do their jobs. That’s how “grog” was invented. Cool, eh?

Source: “To Rule the Waves,” Herman, Arthur (Harper Collins, New York) 2005.

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