In the midst of packing, you realize just how small a backpack can be. My mind concocts plans for MacGyverian multi-purposing: Can I somehow fashion a hat out of floss and a poncho? Can I wash my shorts with toothpaste? Can I use my backpack to dry myself off?

I am in the final days of preparing and packing; the flight of ideas is constant and I'm in a state of anxious excitement. I still need to get a few things, but I'm almost ready. I might bring along some cheap throwaway winter clothes for the New Zealand leg, as it's going to be chilly. It's starting to hit me that this backpack is all I'll have for four months, and will be carrying it everywhere I go. Difficult decisions need to be made regarding weight and portability-- I've already decided to leave my lucky anvil behind.