I am SO totally out of my Comfort Zone
17.01.2013 - 17.01.2013 17 °F
Two more sleeps. Emotions are all over the place but at least Ben no longer has to lead me back to bed at 2am like some crazy person after finding me hunched over the kitchen table, magnifying glass in hand, gazing teary-eyed at maps.
So it's time to pack. Dear reader, you might have read my What Women Really Need on Safari blog. I felt I had some pretty relevant experience on that one. I have none for a Winter Rally involving a Classic car, snow, off-road routes, languages I can't speak (although I'm pretty sure "Where the **** are we?" will be understood in German and...what do they speak in the Czech Republic?). My issues are multifaceted. Bianca has an amazing heater but I'm the one who has to keep getting out into God knows what kind of weather to get instructions, fill in time sheets, plan route changes, etc etc (you think I know what I'm talking about don't you!) while Ben keeps Bianca happily ticking over. My body temperature will be all-over-the-place. WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO? The seatbelts are like being in a strait-jacket (actually, I don't know what that feels like but can imagine) so will it be coat on, coat off, sweater on, sweater off............... I AM SO TOTALLY OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE HERE! IT'S FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN.
So, back to the packing. I have three bags. One for daytime, one for night-time and one for shoes, hot water bottle, washbags, chargers, adaptors. Wow - I know, it sounds complicated. But I tried getting it all in one big bag. Bianca was having none of it. Not on your Nellie was she having her snow chains left behind for my cashmeres! Rally Organiser, Bart (you just know I'm going to call him Marge at some point), has 'kindly' offered to take the men's Black Tie suits to our final destination for the Farewell Dinner. Well that's a humungous, massive help isn't it. What about me? My dresses will look like rags by the time they've been pulled in and out of their bags at six different hotels. Ben says it's very kind and shows confidence in our ability to make it to the Farewell Dinner at all. THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN!
I do figure I need as little stress as possible when it comes to clothing so am perfecting my capsule wardrobe. There will not be the gorgeous Winter White I favour - Bianca is circa 1962 remember; that's a lot of accumulated gunge. So it's lots of black, lots of grey. Oh, and a gorgeous new light blue cabled sweater, and a new pair of olive stretch trousers, and Brora's cashmere socks in 'happy' colours (they won't be seen under my ancient goat-hair boots but I'll know they are there), and one of those fur hats that covers your ears, and cashmere, silk scarves, bunny-fur-lined gloves and new Ray-Bans. Dear reader, I'M GOING TO HAVE A MARVELLOUS TIME!
And I know I'll need my comforts for when Bianca is sulking in the carpark, Ben's looking for a new Navigator and the bar's run out of vodka - not likely I know in Europe but, you never know. So I have my candles, cards, snuggle pants (that's trousers to you not panties!), Kiehl's Ultimate Hand Salve (the absolute best), Tea Pigs red bush tea (because the bags are such a cute shape) AND CHOCOLATE.
See what I mean about 'emotions all over the place'?