There are two kinds of travellers in the world: the ones who start packing a week in advance with neatly folded piles and colour-coded lists… and the rest of us. I firmly belong to the second camp. No matter how many times I tell myself this time I’ll be organised, I still find myself the night before a flight throwing things into a suitcase and hoping for the best.
And let me tell you: when you pack like this, things get forgotten. Always. Sometimes it’s small (like realising I’ve left my nail clippers at home). Sometimes it’s more serious (like the time I landed in Rome without my phone charger and spent my first evening hunting for a European plug).













