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!)