o you may be wondering to yourself, "what is it that makes Andrew the savvy globetrotter that he so clearly is?" And you'd be asking a good question, one that thankfully I can answer for you and thus allow you to return that furrowed brow to the angsty little ziploc you carry it around in.
It's a combination of things, really, but two things stand out:
- Years and years of staunch, bachelorhood-inspired clothes recycling reaps many benefits when you're "in the field" in a distant land, far from pansy-tastic "washing machines" or "exasperated girlfriends"
- The other major secret I've learned is to not go to the bathroom for the entire trip. It all gets re-absorbed after 6 or 7 days, and bugs quit biting you right around the same time.
Lately I've been helping (if by "helping" you mean snarky taunts borne of jealousy) Sally get ready for her trip to Iceland, which is known to it's inhabitants by the Nordic name of "Summer is a darn lie and I like my black, necrotic, exposed flesh." She wants to live out of a backpack, which is a behavior near and dear to me. She does not, however, want to fill half of that backpack with lenses and camera goodness. sigh Women.
She's trying to secure a rental car on line but encountering some odd price variations. One rental is $500+ for the week, another is $18. The cheap one is an SUV, which frankly, I would pay good money to see her driving. I'd take a picture and mail it to all her lefty-pinko school chums who would denounce her as a turncoat and burn an effigy of her (made from 90% post-consumer recyclable materials, and maybe some hemp rope).
But regardless of my fantasies, I'm having trouble figuring out the cheap vs the really not cheap variations. They both are unlimited mileage (which is pretty easy to offer ON AN ISLAND) and one is manual and one is automatic. I think the manual is the cheaper one, but dang, $482 cheaper?! Maybe the other one is a sweet Hyundai or something exotic.
I spent pretty much the whole night (as in "Hey, the sun's coming up, I gotta get to class.") in the office working while Sally studied. Minus food & bathroom breaks and a run upstairs to watch The Daily Show, I've been down here since sometime yesterday morning. Sally doing work here just makes her an enabler. I totally need to finish that computer upstairs so I can escape this oppressive environment and really kick back and...uh... do work from my couch. Goodness that's pathetic.