Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
The Japanese have a saying, “Only carry what you can lift”.
Yeah sure, but how can you pack for a two week snow holiday and keep it under 20 kilos. I mean seriously, that barely covers the first layer, all those lovely woollen long johns, that’s what they used to call them, bloody expensive tights, is what I call them. They do roll up small though, which leaves room for more gear, yeah.
Yes, the bag is getting heavy but, despite this, I managed to get in all the other things that I know I NEED. Like my speakers, cause my phone speakers just don’t cut it, and I want to dance up a storm après ski at the lodge, with that fabulous pink puffer vest, and my après ski boots with the white faux fur fluffy trim, yes yes I know they are a little bit heavy, but I need them, and my ski boots obviously. Look it all adds up
What I had almost forgotten was the space in my skis bag, brilliant. Now I can pack that book. What was it? “How Not To Give A Fuck”, yeah, that’s it.
And of course you need at least two of everything, in case you get wet when you walk back to your room after a few cocktails, like I did last time I went to the snow. I can’t remember much about Hotham but I remember that, wet bum and laughter. Ha. Can’t remember his name though.
Which reminds me I’ll have to buy some foundation and nail polish remover at the airport, and find a space in the bag. Gosh, it’s going to be heavy.
The purpose of travel is to broaden the mind, they say. So I’m so looking forward to the food, and the Saki and the Sapporo beer. I’m glad they finally let me on, and yeah the bag was heavy, thanks for telling me. And they put a huge orange tag on it, jeez.
Not sure what I will do when I get there, but I reckon if I smile and look helpless, someone’s bound to turn up.
That cake, that looked so good in the break room, was sitting lump like in his stomach. Loading the bags onto this flight was not helping.
“Mate, can you give me a hand with this one? What the hell is in there? Rocks?”
“25 Kilos? more like 30,” he grumbled, as they hoisted the bag onto the ramp.
“Hello? Hello? Um. Can someone help? Kon ich i wa?
Oh, finally, thank you so much. Oh, you are going to Sapporo too?
I’m Alice. Pleased to meet you Brownie. Good nick name!
No, really? I’m from Frankston too!”
Penguins don’t have bird flu, do they?