Backpacking is at times controlled panic. Sometimes you’re running to catch a train on time or worried you’ve missed the right bus stop, but most commonly it’s the small and frequent moments when you open your pack and can’t find your mobile phone or your journal of meticulous notes. Before rifling through your pack with adrenaline surging you have to take a deep breath and trust that you just put your passport in the wrong pocket or your wallet has sunk to the bottom. Nine times out of ten it’s there.
On the tenth time, panic.
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