A few weeks ago I alluded to my struggle with my backpack. Its a 65L+15 (aka its 65L and can expand to 80L, only really it is 70L) that is basically as big as I am.
Over the course of the past 40 days, the backpack and I have struggled with each other. Not only is it 70L, but it was also 22kilos (around 45lbs). And I have a daypack that I have been carrying on my front. So it total I’ve been carrying around 70lbs every time I change cities – not fun.
It is especially difficult to deal with on trains. Numerous times I have struggled to throw it underneath the seats, between them, or even on the luggage rack. I never dare put the backpack above the seats – it is near impossible to lift it. Finally, during my adventure between Nuremberg and Munich, the backpack and I reached a standoff:
Since then, Giant has gotten liposuction: half the stuff is being sent back to America. But should you ever hear me refer to ‘giant’ (or start cursing about giant), I’m referring to the devilish backpack that is as big as I am.