Last year in Taranto, Italy our car was broken into and our bags were stolen. At that point we pretty much only owned what was on our backs. Think about that. That’s it! Masha posted about the incident last year but I thought I’d reflect on it and see if we have grown from the experience. As I look back, maybe getting robbed was a good thing.
Last Aug 2017 we got rid of our house, second car, motorcycle, and most everything else. We then rented a 5×7 locker and stuffed what we had left from the sales and donations in there.
We threw a few bins of gear in our van with our aging furry companion Fozzie and decided to hit the road. Fozzie was really slowing down at this point so we knew we did not have that much time together. We decided to do a ‘Fozzie Bucket List’ tour. It turned out to be a 6 month tour and he loved it!
Fast forward 4 months and 6 different countries later while in Taranto, Italy I pulled our car rental up to a busy public fountain. We locked up without opening the rear hatchback where our bags were hidden from view. After a few hours of walking we arrived back at the car. I began to top up our water bottle at the fountain. Masha went to the car and pressed the door remote only to find our stuff gone. She yelled called me over. Gone? Did we forget our stuff at the last hotel? What the!? No windows broke? I was stunned but kinda confused. I then checked the door and saw someone punched the key hole lock through. Still in shock I found myself looking around frantically for the thieves. Stupid. They were long gone. I looked up at the peering eyes from the balconies above. I know its not the first time this has happened here in this square. I have to say, I was at least grateful to the thieves that they didn’t break a window and I could still lock the doors with the remote.
It really does mess with your psyche. First, having home security and then choosing to give most of it away. Not all of it. Keeping a little bit on our own terms to feel somewhat secure. Some in a locker thousands of miles away. Some in a few travel bags, now being rummaged through by some stranger. Grr! At this point we were left with what clothes we had on our backs and stuff in Masha’s little day pack. Thankfully we also had a little safe with a cable attached under the driver’s seat with passports and extra credit cards that were overlooked by the thieves.
Later that night we arrived at our Airbnb. Our host suggested a shopping mall where we could pick up some computers, clothes, toiletries etc. We also grabbed a cheap roller bag that we shared for the next month of travel. This is when we realized how little we really need. Before we had a backpack and roller bag each. Filled with various gear like excessive toiletries, extra cameras, swimming gear, several shirts, pants, sweaters, extra shoes, underwear. Underwear!? I always laugh when I think of the SNL skit with Larry David impersonating Bernie Sanders. ‘More than one pair of underwear!?’
So when we got back to San Diego we emptied out the storage locker and started weeding it out. Things we thought we had to keep all of a sudden didn’t mean as much to us as we thought. We loaded up the van with the rest and drove it up to my folks place in Vancouver, BC. Even though it was an emotional connection to Fozzie for us it was also an unnecessary expense. It was difficult but it was time to say goodbye to the Panda Van.
With the remainder of our stuff in my parents basement, it was time to prepare for the next journey. After some research we decided on the Tortuga bag. Same size as a standard carry on but in back pack form. Now we run lean. About 11.5 KG/25 LBS each. Like a turtle(Tortuga in Spanish) we now have our homes on our backs. I love this bag and will do a review later.