Six months. Two backpacks. Hit it.

Well, two backpacks that comprise detachable, zip-off day-packs – so, arguably four backpacks, but we’re choosing not to see things that way.

Regardless we’re off, with what will inevitably be too much stuff. At least —possibly in deference to some imagined admonitory Rick Steves figure — we capitulated to the travelers’ pants. You’ll be familiar with the type: For Kevin, gray ones that zip off at the knee to become shorts, and for me olive green ones that can be rolled up and buttoned into sort of Aladdin pants. (I know. Try and contain your sartorial envy.) I look forward to the moment when I notice a lump deep in the cargo pocket near my left knee and it turns out to be something forgotten and interesting, like a pork rind, or all my spare contact lenses.

We got lucky and all of our flights were safe, on-time and delivered us and our zillion-pound packs to the same place at the same time. (That being Phuket, Thailand.) Other extremely important travel observations: They are bewilderingly generous with the nacho toppings in the international terminal at LAX. You might spend a bunch of time researching the right camera to take on your six-month 'round-the-world trip and then have it develop a lens malfunction before you take a single picture. Sleeping pills are a great way to cope with a flight that your husband wisely did not tell you beforehand would be seventeen hours long. And Thai Airways 1) is very comfortable despite an astonishingly unrestful pink-and-purple cabin color scheme, and 2) has a signature “Thai Airways” eau de toilette available for spritz in the bathrooms. (Unusually for someone who always comes out of Sephora smelling like some weird thing, I abstained.)

While we’re here: You know what is a foolish practice that you should not indulge in? Hoarding and being stingy with your insect repellent out of anxiety that it will eventually run out. You should especially not indulge in this counterproductive activity if you find yourself in the tropical, jungly area near Phuket, Thailand. That said, if you do foolishly under-slather yourself, you can always try compensating by being really, really generous with the Fenistil anti-inflammatory that gel you buy for all your bug bites.

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