Nothing says travelling to me more than the russell of a plastic bag and the zipping of a zip.
You might know this story?
It's 6 am in the morning and you hear that fantastic alarm you didn't set- the brisk movement of panicked plastic,
the smell hits you- 10 conjoined stale beer breaths, maybe a redwine one thrown into the mix
it's that wonderful reminder that you're surrounded by 9 snoring, coughing, unkempt backpackers that make more noise in the morning than a group of megaphone wielding roosters.
As you click your mouth back fluid the sound of the bags gets stronger. What the hell is in these small crisp packets? And how many are there, or is it just a weird vortex of echoing at that time of the morning that makes it sound like there are a hundred and fifty crinkled costume covers?
There are definitely a myriad of different types, thick almost thunder sounding ones, thin ones that sound like someone bought cellophane and has decided to wrap and order their laundry into colours of the rainbow depending on cleanliness and the all important snap lock ones, slowly trying to squeeze out the last bit of air, as someone rolls over in a half silent protest to the racket.
Oblivious to the situation the zips begin,
DJ Backpacker lets leash to a fired up crowd of 9,
mixing up a storm with samples from
'Clips' and 'Pulling Straps'
the audience is silent in awe.
One brave member lets out an, over the top almost stage like cough, to alert the musical genius of their consciousness.
No change, the creative artist is so entranced by their own brilliance they continue till the last zip and clip.
Confidently the DJ stomps an encore, checking the room for anything they've left behind, and finishes with a bang, of the door closing behind them.
Silence falls again,
short lived,
as the harmonious sound of 8 snorers slowly comes back, to make sure you never have to sleep again...
So thanks plastic bags!
Without you I wouldn't be able to
keep my soap away from my toothbrush,
my dirty socks away from my clean ones or
pull a crowd for my melodious talent.
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Ha! Gotta love the plastic bags. Even better are the people who turn the light on when they get back late at night or leave early in the morning. I had a chick in my hostel the other day who had a really squeeky under-bed locker, and she came in 5 times every night to get something out and then did it again when she got up super early every morning! Ah hostels.
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