The cute boy and myself have returned to Norway after eight days in England, meeting up with Sarah and Daniel and Billy along the way.
We’ve been all over the place, as evidenced by the 2000km of road our rental car has seen. Don’t ask about petrol costs, I don’t want to think about it.
Lesson learned from this trip: Travelling with a DSLR is a whole different kettle of fish than travelling with a compact point-and-shoot camera.
My entire camera kit in the past:
- Camera charger
Simple stuff. Hard to mess up. Not very heavy and not very big. Contrast my camera kit for this trip:
- Camera body
- Two lenses
- Battery charger
- Spare battery
- Two spare memory cards
- GPS unit
- Assorted body and lens caps
- Camera bag to pad the expensive bits and keep all the little bits in one place
My bag groaned, my back moaned, and every bit was used on the trip.
What I should have done was test-pack my bag beforehand to see how much space the camera bag would take up in it, how liftable it would be, and figure out what I could strip from my packing list to make it all work. That’s what I should have done.
Still, I somehow managed to fit it all, and I heartily sung the praises of Tom Bihn choice of zippers.
Then it became a problem again when we were going home, because we’d gone shopping. Not a lot of shopping: Cute boy got himself a much needed coat, I got myself some jeans that aren’t intended for amazons, three stuffed animals as mandatory Longleat souvenirs, the toiletries we had forgotten to refill on before going out, and just a couple of make-uppy things. It’s still enough that fitting it in our already full bags should have been a major problem.
However, I really, really hate checking bags. I hate waiting for them even more. And waiting for one when our plane lands at 23:05 and I just want to get on the bus and go home I hate with an unspeakable passion.
So I packed it all into our bags. I wore one pair of jeans, and cute boy wore the outer half of his new coat, but everything else went in. Not only did I make it all fit, but cute boy’s bag somehow became smaller in the process.
I’m not Mary Poppins, but I’m working on it.