I don’t know who said, and don’t even want to know- but somebody said it and he said it right, ‘The time you give is the time it takes’.
I could have packed everything within half an hour, but what’s the fun in that?
So instead, I went about my normal daily activities and noticed the things that were really important to me and stuffed them in an old worn out brown bag which Oblin had been very generous to provide.
So by the end of the second day, this is what my bag was mostly filled with-
A black emergency transponder which Oblin had given, two packets of camp brown bread a few bottles of water, a pair of soap bars- a neatly rolled up sleeping bag and a pair of folded maroon camp shirts and shorts, mosquito repellent cream and about thirty odd magazines for my Windozer, which I believe was the name of my gun.