I apologize to the readers whose RSS informed them of a new post and then did not find it when they visited. I didn’t like the post I had scheduled, so I took it down. The post was about the boring topic of paring down one’s wardrobe when traveling. I realized that what I actually wanted to talk about was my beloved green bag.
I had to throw away the green Army shoulder bag mentioned in this post. It had been my magical talisman for two years–I wore it across my chest like a shield, carrying passport copies, bottles of water, coins which inevitably fell to the bottom, and sunscreen. I didn’t feel normal when I didn’t have it with me. After 12 years, the bag had become full of dirt and the fabric was separating at the handles. Though I am known in my family to keep things until they are falling apart, I had to throw the digusting thing away. It had served me so well, but I knew it was time.
During my stay in the U.S. over Christmas, I tried to find a bag of the equivalent size and style–something inconspicuous that wouldn’t call attention to itself while traveling. I didn’t come across it. When we arrived in Bangkok, E. assured me that I would find the right match at the Chatuchak Market, the largest weekend market in the area. The market goes on for blocks, and vendors sell anything from live animals to tourist trinkets.
That is where I found ‘son of green bag.’
My only complaint is that it isn’t large enough to hold my camera. However, it holds a good amount and is low profile. I am pretty happy with it. And I’ll overlook the fact that one zipper fell off for no reason.