some photo of a guy backpacking.(no, this is not what i will be doing in india.)
I guess I'm blogging like crazy these last few days I know I'll have regular Internet access. It's been three years since I have last been to India and I am still not sure if, a) our relatives have computers they'd share, b) my mother will let me go to an internet cafe. Heaven forbid something happens, right?
Anyway, I'm almost done with packing. Going to Indonesia for a month helped me realize what I did and did not need - and that I could have gone with a smaller suitcase. Thus, my small carry-on suitcase which I am forced to bring carries many gifts for the relatives and my larger suitcase holds the bulk of my clothing. Sigh. That is the problem of traveling to India after a few years: gifts are necessary for all the relatives and my mother likes to get lot of her saris and salwars specially cleaned in India. (And that, my friends, is why the three of us will probably have six to eight suitcases. Sigh, again.)
Still, I love packing my backpack carry-on -- that's what this post is about. Unfortunately, this trip isn't going to be about volunteering or exercising my brain or anything like that... mostly chillaxing and visiting with gazillion family members. (ahhh, I am really excited to see them, though!) Our only strictly touristy exercise will be going to Mysore when we stop in Bangalore. This means I have lots of time to read, walk, reflect, choreo that IASA dance. LOVE IT.
Nina's Backpack
Books (starred are the ones in my backpack, rest in suitcase)
Anyway, I'm almost done with packing. Going to Indonesia for a month helped me realize what I did and did not need - and that I could have gone with a smaller suitcase. Thus, my small carry-on suitcase which I am forced to bring carries many gifts for the relatives and my larger suitcase holds the bulk of my clothing. Sigh. That is the problem of traveling to India after a few years: gifts are necessary for all the relatives and my mother likes to get lot of her saris and salwars specially cleaned in India. (And that, my friends, is why the three of us will probably have six to eight suitcases. Sigh, again.)
Still, I love packing my backpack carry-on -- that's what this post is about. Unfortunately, this trip isn't going to be about volunteering or exercising my brain or anything like that... mostly chillaxing and visiting with gazillion family members. (ahhh, I am really excited to see them, though!) Our only strictly touristy exercise will be going to Mysore when we stop in Bangalore. This means I have lots of time to read, walk, reflect, choreo that IASA dance. LOVE IT.
Nina's Backpack
Books (starred are the ones in my backpack, rest in suitcase)
- Right Thinking, Swami Tejomayanandaji, pamphlet*
- Discovery of India, Jawaharlal Nehru
- Blindness, Jose Saramago
- Undoing: Returning to Simplicity, Rudite Emir*
- Self-Unfoldment, Swami Chinmayanandaji
- The Art of Living, Swami Chinmayanandaji
- Secret of Action, Swami Chinmayanandaji, pamphlet*
- Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin*
- The Brain That Changes Itself, Dr. Norman Doidge*
- My Hindi textbook -- to brush up while there and also good practice for this coming year!*
- Two notebooks (1 for Hindi, 1 for note-taking)
- Journal
- Spare journal (I think I may run out of pages while there, the amount I write)
- Pens, pencils...
- toothbrush-paste
- set of clothing
- chocolate, mints, gum, chapstick
- neosporin and band-aid magnet set
- hand sanitizer
- large, foldable, batik cloth purse
- electronics (iPod, camera, chargers, converter plug)
- earrings, japa-mala
- empty water bottle
- knee bandage
- wallet
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