12 years ago I had to borrow a good backpack for a seven days camping trip. We had lame tents, weighing 10 kilos and not much of a shelter when it was raining badly. We sometimes slept in a small puddle and spent long minutes trying to start a fire with wet wood. And there are so many good memories coming from then. Now I have a cool tent that I haven’t used… ever… the expensive backpack moves me every once in a while from country to country and I use the sleeping bag – that can handle freezing temperatures – to couch sleep until I buy something to lay on the bed. My frustration.