We've stripped Jindie (the bike staying at home) of pannier racks and accessories, cut things to the bare minimum in clothing and camping gear. Then clutching armfuls of all these items, plus panniers and Ginger, (Val's bike), I step onto the bathroom scales, while Val peers through graduated lenses at the tell-tale weight. We've got it down to 42 kilograms, hey, we'll carry that extra in our cabin bags (our limit is 40kg's).
Then friends come to stay for a couple of days, they have recently traveled to UK, and regale us with the news that cabin bags no longer run to two or three items, cram packed with all the overflow items, one under the seat, one in the overhead locker and the other in someone else's overhead locker space. These "new" rules now have one standard sized bag that needs to fit through the metal frame and weigh no more than 7ks. Hey, maybe there'll be a nice person on the check-in, they've been saying that for years now!.
Two weeks to departure but Val has left already, she can't put up with me in the last week before a big trip - feeling guilty about all the jobs left undone and the mopey thoughts of not being in our lovely house for months on end, missing all the machinery and tools in my workshop, as well as all the angst about only speaking English (and buying a bike in Barcelona). So she's gone to catch up with Gwil and Merla in Wanaka leaving me to annoy, only me.
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