Adventure Packed
My first dedicated adventure-travel experience came relatively late in life. Until six years ago, most of my ventures abroad revolved around expeditions and long-range treks. The travelling bit consisted of driving from the airport to the (usually skanky) hotel on the first night and the same short journey in reverse at the end of the expedition.
Then, in the summer of 2001, I began packing for a seven-week tour of Peru and Ecuador. I needed to squeeze a sufficient amount of equipment and clothing into a single 50-litre rucksack that would enable me to snorkel in the Galapagos, ride a horse in the Ecuadorian cloud forest, trek around Machu Picchu and travel across Lake Titicaca. I also had to look sufficiently well dressed to meet scientists while researching a story for Geographical.
A few of the items I packed (such as a snorkel and mask) were necessarily sport-specific. The rest of my gear had to be infinitely more versatile. During my 49-day trip, I cursed the over-hyped, under-performing polyester shirt that claimed to resist body odour but left me smelling like last week’s garbage and wished that I’d packed a second pair of the impressively fast-drying and, thankfully, loose-fitting trousers that I had uncovered in a Parisian outdoor store. My boots, lined with a waterproof and not-so-breathable membrane, were aim often unbearably hot.