In 36 hours I will be at Robert Q waiting to board a van to Toronto Airport. I hope I come back alive. I did a second trial packing job today after watching several youtube videos about rolling and layering and stacking etc. It didn't seem to make any difference other than I'm more organized. However, just as I folded in the last T-shirt I realized that my pj's are way down in the stack and I'm not too impressed with that little "oops".
My first night involves arriving at Heathrow at 8:10pm and making my way to a B&B not too far from the airport. It's pretty much just for catching up on sleep then the next day I make my way to Moreton in Marsh for my walking tour of the area. So all I need to get out of my suitcase on Night One are my jammies and my toiletries. I'm tempted to just squeeze in a pair of black tights and use them and a T-shirt as my jammies rather than dig through a carefully organized suitcase.
Of course I never get to really settle in anywhere as I stay somewhere different every night until I get to Norwich where I stay for 3 nights and get to recover a little bit...if you count riding around the countryside on a bike "recovering!"
Yup, gonna squeeze in some black tights...or just sleep nekkid!