Less Is More

And there I was bragging about carrying two small packs weighing a total of a mere 30#. I thought this, compared to the standard 50# allowance, would land me in smugland.

I now realize 30# is too much to carry, much less need, and I’m spending the 90-minute bus ride, bags piked high on my lap, contemplating what’s going to jump ship - or go overboard, as the case may be. I hear my Chiang Mai friend of a friend has a friend with a thrift shop whose profits go to support Burmese refugees. I’ve got shirts and a turtleneck, I’ve got socks and. black jeans. Some tech stuff too. The umbrella or the raincoat? Here, they use the umbrella for sun protection, so maybe that’s a deciding factor. The apple and almonds and Clif bars mostly consumed. A couple magazines and maybe a Buddhist book I can leave behind.

Maybe get to 22 pounds. I’m going to aim for it.

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