In days of maid and steamer trunk, someone else transported junk.

But now I’m on my own, I fear, when gallivanting far and near.

From fishing pants to slickered coats, and hiking boots the size of boats.

High-powered DEET to repel bugs, converters for assorted plugs.

And don’t forget prescription drugs!

So I rely, for cords and lotions, lingerie and facial potions,

Dirty clothes and filthy rags — the all-encompassing ziplock bags.

(Our Peruvian adventure begins this week, solidifying research for manuscript three in a region whose archaeology remains largely unexplored and unfamiliar. Stay tuned!)

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