On the road
An interesting question came up recently in one of the forums I frequent online: what gear do you take with you on the road? I thought about this again a couple of weeks ago as I packed my bags for a week in Hong Kong and Shanghai, where I had been invited to speak at two literary festivals. Travel has been one of the great boons of being a writer, and I hardly ever say no to a chance to go up in the air and then to touch down in some place where the food, the English, and the cellular networks are all different. I get tired by all this traveling â and more easily the older I get â but I never really tire of it, seeing each journey as a ticket to knowledge, in the very least to more material for all those unwritten novels. Some years are busier than others, but the day invariably comes when I have to pack my bags for another road trip to another city. For trips of more than a couple of nights, I bring two bags. One is a big, black, many-pocketed, virtually indestructible Tumi that was the gift of a friend, and which has now slogged through dozens of carousels. That bag carries the usual stuff: clothes, shoes, toiletries, books, and the cups of ramen and tins of sardines that are my most faithful companions, especially to places ruled by cheese and curry. Into a front pocket of this Tumi goes another drawstring bag containing a small warehouse of electronic thingies: a yellow extension cord (yellow so it's easy to see and not leave behind in some hotel room), chargers for the camera, laptop, cellphone, and iPod, a USB cable, and cables and adapters of all kinds. It's the carry-on backpack that carries the essentials and the fun stuff. The MacBook Air â easily the most delightful and useful piece of computing hardware I've ever owned â goes into the padded rear compartment. Into the main compartment goes the camera â either the DSLR or the point-and-shoot, depending on the trip's photographic possibilities and on how much weight I feel like lugging. Then I'll throw in a book â very likely nonfiction, as anything else makes me dizzy on the road. (This last time around it was One of a Kind, about the rise and fall of Stu Ungar, probably the greatest card player who ever lived.) The front pouch carries the little things:
- An early iPod shuffle, which has the 250 songs I've decided are all I really want to listen to;
- Two pairs of glasses â shades and spare bifocals â either one of which can provide an answer to the question I keep yelling at Beng ("Where did I put my glasses?");
- A USB SD card reader-cum-thumb drive for transferring pictures, which â at P50 from CDR-King â is the most cost-efficient digital accessory I know;
- A Moleskine notebook, now on its second year of jerky scrawls and water stains;
- A Parker rollerball, for immigration forms, and one of my vintage fountain pens, just to hold and to look at when I need to feel good; and
- A wad of business cards for the inevitable exchanges, especially around Asia;