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There’s a particular kind of dread that sets in the night before a trip. You’re staring at an open suitcase, wondering if you’ve packed too much, too little, or somehow managed both at once. Half your bed is covered in…
I once packed four books, two magazines, and a “light” 800-page novel for a nine-hour flight, and spent the entire time staring at the seatback map watching a tiny plane icon inch across the Atlantic at what I can only…
I spent three weeks before my first Nepal trek reading everything I could find about permits, only to land in Kathmandu and discover half of it was already out of date. A trekking agency I’d never contacted patiently explained that…
I once stood at a lounge entrance in Frankfurt, watching my boarding time tick down, while an attendant scanned my very shiny, very useless credit card and said, “I’m sorry, this one doesn’t qualify.” Behind me, a man in cargo…
I have, on more than one occasion, kept fourteen browser tabs open comparing the same rental listing across four different sites, hunting for a two-dollar discrepancy that would somehow justify the hour I’d already spent. Is that thoroughness or a…
I once spent eleven hours building a color-coded spreadsheet for my cousin’s honeymoon. Flights, layovers, backup flights in case the first flights got cancelled, a tab for “restaurants in case the other restaurants are closed,” a tab for restaurants in…
For ten years, I booked flights the way some people play the lottery: on a hunch, usually at 1 a.m., always convinced I’d cracked some secret code the airlines didn’t want me to find. I had rules. Never book on…
I have, on three separate occasions, arrived at a beach without a swimsuit. Once I packed seven paperback novels and zero pairs of underwear. Another time I brought a hardcover cookbook for a five-day trip where the only kitchen I…
I once told a Pokhara guesthouse owner that I wanted “something easy” for my first Himalayan trek. He nodded, smiled, and booked me onto the Ghorepani Poon Hill route. What he didn’t mention was Ulleri – a village reached by…
I picked the Langtang Valley trek for the least noble reason imaginable: I looked up Everest Base Camp flights to Lukla, saw both the price and a photo of the queue at the Hillary Step, and quietly closed the tab.…
