Preflight Monday - the Gathering
Gathering things, things meant to travel, traveling with things across the world to Africa. What, and how much? For this trip I don't want to bring anything, I'd rather leave everything.
But this is a professional trip. Along comes a suitcase of clothing, mostly casual professional with a few articles of croc-hunter; computer equipment (sadly of the PC variety); high-octane meds -- Malorone, my antiprotozoal and malarial prophylactic of choice, and Ciprofloxacin, an all-purpose anitibiotic; a formidable arsenal of miniature toiletries; an empty duffle bag (large enough to fit a few small children or whatever else I decide to bring back); and a Canon PowerShot S2 to capture all the world that I am sure to forget.
When I was about 8 years old, I realized that my power of recollection wasn't to be trusted. I was more likely to remember a friend's story about an adventure than my part in making it memorable. My best friend Bill Connolly appreciates this aspect because he tends to repeat stories and jokes which, to me, are fresh every time. Anyway, while I've learned to compensate for my poor memory, at the time I was traumatized. Nights were spent sleepless as I wrestled with the shortcoming. Finally, I realized the solution. I rolled out of bed, trundled downstairs and appealed to my parents that I needed a camera. Blinked at and blinking back, I returned to a comfortable sleep.
The new camera will do the real gathering for this trip, supplemented by this blog. I will hunt, and I will gather.
But this is a professional trip. Along comes a suitcase of clothing, mostly casual professional with a few articles of croc-hunter; computer equipment (sadly of the PC variety); high-octane meds -- Malorone, my antiprotozoal and malarial prophylactic of choice, and Ciprofloxacin, an all-purpose anitibiotic; a formidable arsenal of miniature toiletries; an empty duffle bag (large enough to fit a few small children or whatever else I decide to bring back); and a Canon PowerShot S2 to capture all the world that I am sure to forget.
When I was about 8 years old, I realized that my power of recollection wasn't to be trusted. I was more likely to remember a friend's story about an adventure than my part in making it memorable. My best friend Bill Connolly appreciates this aspect because he tends to repeat stories and jokes which, to me, are fresh every time. Anyway, while I've learned to compensate for my poor memory, at the time I was traumatized. Nights were spent sleepless as I wrestled with the shortcoming. Finally, I realized the solution. I rolled out of bed, trundled downstairs and appealed to my parents that I needed a camera. Blinked at and blinking back, I returned to a comfortable sleep.
The new camera will do the real gathering for this trip, supplemented by this blog. I will hunt, and I will gather.
posted by Andreas Kollegger at 1:16 AM
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