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SPREAD THE WEIGHT A couple of smaller bags allow you to distribute the load more evenly than one big one. If you're wearing a backpack, don't sling it over just one shoulder. If you really must carry a duffel bag, switch shoulders early and often...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Shrink That Suitcase! | 11/15/2004 | See Source »

Sitting in the grass in front of Lamont, backpack beside her, Heller prepares for a familiar ritual. For the last three years, she alternated visits to her then-fiance and now-husband Mark Alfano, a senior at Princeton. She’s got a seven-hour journey from the Square to her husband’s front door ahead of her, but she’s used...

Author: By April H.N. Yee, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: The Spouse | 10/7/2004 | See Source »

Admitting I need sleep, I sweeten the assertion with a promise. One day I will drive all along the Marseilles seafront in search of a German pub. If I find it, I’ll know Klaus was successful. Before falling asleep, I put my backpack against the door. It’s still uncomfortable to be in the house of a stranger who lives alone. A stranger who, for unclear reasons, has taken in a random person from the street...

Author: By Alexander Bevilacqua, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Bavarian Hospitality | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

...wrote long papers on the philosophy of reflections in the art of the Japanese garden. My brother was a young man who liked short skirts, violent comics, and a second order of ramen. He also taught himself Japanese, gave up bus seats for ladies, and knew when my backpack was too heavy. We went to Japan so Isaac could find himself, but it was I who needed to find him. As July drew towards its end, we knew the best bathrooms in Kyoto, yet still didn’t have an essay topic. I, however, did get the epiphany: when...

Author: By Michelle C. Y. yang, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Can I Have A Sit-down Toilet With That? | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

...other passengers and I chuckle—nervously—as the plane descends suddenly between two huge green mountains to land on a runway reminiscent of the average driveway. Out the window, I am searching for the airport—where is it? I pick up my red backpack and walk down the steps, and trailing the others towards what looks like a large black and white house. I’m here...

Author: By Merritt R. Baer, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Finding Summer in Bhutan | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

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