Undies. Check. Toiletries. Check. Belt, socks, clothes, meds, travel papers. Check.
Packing for a trip is one of my least favorite chores, next only to being on a plane with a 14-hour flight and bad in-flight movies ahead of you. I've never mastered the art of breathing properly when my ears begin hurting during descent. I'm usually horrified at how sour and dessicated I look at the end of the journey.
Good thing there's always the destination to look forward to. Last year I fulfilled a childhood dream when I travelled to Beijing and climbed the Great Wall. This time I'm off to Moscow, and I'm giddy as hell. Blame Robert K. Massie's "Nicholas and Alexandra" (okay, Pasternak's "Doctor Zhivago" by way of David Lean's movie as well) for my long-time fascination with the land of Pushkin, Tolstoy and Tchaikovsky. Now that I'm about to see the onion spires of St. Basil's Cathedral, I can't wait to snap my luggage shut and be done with the packing.
All this, of course, is my long-winded way of saying I'd be gone from this blog for three to four days. May the Force be with me. (Now, where to put this damn barong?!)