[Short of time? Read the Haiku review instead] So here’s the thing – I currently have gainful employment in a shop that sells trekking and travelling equipment, on the face of it an ideal occupation for the inveterate traveller. I advise my customers on what gear to buy when going on their adventures. With my extensive coverage of the world, I’ve often experienced their destination and so I am well able to lecture them on what type of clothing they will need, and what specialist equipment, and people arrive ready and fully willing to spend a fortune on wicking, mosquito-repellent clothing, zip-off trousers, super-lightweight toiletry bags etc. This leaves me in a quandary: when I myself prep
[Short of time? Read the Haiku review instead] Okay, so a GPS unit is not the sort of item one would normally take travelling unless the trip was to involve some remote hikes or rides; it would just be dead weight most of the time. But then again, how many times have you arrived in a new city, quickly checked into your accommodation and sprung excitedly forth into the streets like a snake from a joke tin of peanuts, only to realise after a few hours that you can’t remember how to get back home? In your enthusiasm to admire that cathedral, book that tour or buy those chilli grasshoppers from the market, you didn’t take note of your hotel name or any of its architectural features. In situation
