Carrying this old thing for almost 7 hours straight, walking up a relentless hill somewhere in Montpellier, France with nowhere to sleep overnight was probably one of the hairiest moments of my traveling days. And, I was only 19.
Yep, this backpack is 13 years old and went on its first adventure when I was 19 years old. I carried it from Barcelona, all the way through the South of France, Monaco, up into Northern Italy and then down to Rome – and this was LONG before I’d even started hitting the gym! Me and my boyfriend Robert at the time, flew to Barcelona, purchased some sort of funky cool European railway pass, and took the train through all of these countries, stopping off wherever we felt like on the way. We had booked the odd hostel here and there at places we knew we definitely wanted to visit, the rest of the places, we crossed our fingers and hoped for the best. It worked out fine in all other places but Montpellier. Which, by the way, is a bit of a shit hole. We got off the train because we were hungry, and it left without us.
After 7 hours (yes, 7 hours!) of walking around in the full sun with this beast of a backpack on, we finally found the very last hostel room left in all of Europe. Or so it seemed. If we had been married, we would definitely have been divorced by this point. And that was my experience of Montpellier!
On that trip, this backpack was my trusty companion in all sorts of different situations and places. From an 800 year old monastery on the top of a hill overlooking Florence (where they fed us frozen lasange…), to an 18-30’s style hostel in Rome, this sturdy little bastard stayed the course.
Since then, this old thing has been my companion on many a solo adventure, Australia (couple time) and more recently to Ericeira, the world’s oldest surf reserve in Portugal, but hasn’t been out of my cupboard in a few years now.
I contemplated getting a new backpack to start my adventures with this year, but after considering one of my 2017 goals – ‘less things, more experiences’, I decided that this old thing will do me just fine. I’m looking forward to going on our next adventure together, lovely little backpack (that has never had a wash since I was 19, by the way).
PS – I haven’t actually been to Colorado yet, I have no idea how that patch got on there… must’ve been high in Limoncello at the time.