a french sojourn...
I waved goodbye to a lovely friend this morning as she began her long, long journey to France. Of course, a whole three weeks without my bargain hunting buddy is the perfect gifty excuse, so the beribboned, brown paper bag contains an easy read for the plane and some delicious french hand cream to get her in the mood.
Filling the bag however started me thinking about my own 'can't live without them' airport items;
First on the list has to be my huge, soft leather satchel. It's intact but battle scarred which is the perfect state for an airport bag as it doesn't pay to be too precious with something that's going to spend hours stuffed under the seat infront. The added benefit of soft leather means it can be packed to the brim but is still fairly malleable.
I always carry a couple of books, one blockbuster and one thought provoker, plus a notebook and pen. This means I'm kept entertained throughout any reasonable delay and I can create the illusion of being totally absorbed in a book if my airplane neighbour is a bit odd.
My first aid kit contains a huge bottle of water, pain killers, sunglasses, mints and an all over salve. I keep a bandanna in the bottom of my bag too which can be used as a knapsack, bandage, flannel, hankie or sunhat. However, if you use it as a hankie all other options are probably not quite so attractive.
A couple of museli bars, an apple, a credit card and a clear pathway to Duty Free round up my list of airport necessities.