So one of this month’s themes is… Fashion!
I don’t know much about fashion – at all in fact! That’s one of the main reasons I emigrated to Australia, where there are exactly two options for guys; shorts and a vest top, or a sleeveless t-shirt and ‘boardies’. (And yes, for those of you who don’t get the lingo – those are the same outfit.
However, I do travel with clothes – even if I don’t get to wear very many of them. I’ve got a few key ‘essentials’ that I never leave home without. Not because America’s Next Top Model instructed me to always have them with me in case of an emergency photo shoot (though this does factor heavily in my decision about what make-up to carry), but for one particular reason: they are my souvenirs.
Souvenirs should be useful…
Some people collect magnets. My sister had a thing for sew-on patches once; she bought one in every city and tourist attraction she visited. She filled two bed sheets with the things. The only problem, from my perspective, was this: I travel more or less constantly. While it would be great to tuck myself into bed each night with all the mementos of my travels, it just isn’t practical to carry something like that around. The same goes for magnets – much as I wish my rucksack was a fridge (and ideally was well stocked with bottles of crisp English cider), it isn’t. I’ve never even owned a fridge. (That was my call for sympathy! What, no takers? Ah well.)
What I mean is, if you want to carry your souvenirs with you as you travel, they really have to earn their place in your rucksack. This is why I chose clothing as the ideal collectible! It’s useful – well, perhaps the grass skirts from Bali have fairly limited potential, but the rest is pretty handy; it’s light; and I’d have to have a bag full of clothes with me anyway. Might as well give them some significance.
…and tell a story
So whenever I go out I can usually tell a fistful of travel stories based solely on what I’m wearing. Jeans from Thailand – cost less than a loaf of bread in Australia, but as I’m a bit bigger than the average Thai, they’re tight in some… interesting places.
I have a technical t-shirt, one of those expensive trekking type ones – only this one is covered in sponsor’s logos. I was given it as a thank-you by the organisers of the very first ‘Rat Race’ – an adventure race in England, where teams of contestants run, canoe, bike, climb and problem solve their way around a major UK city each year. I didn’t compete in the Rat Race, because I have no friends. (Ahhhh…! No?) But I DID dress up in a giant fur rat suit – and roller-skates – and skated around Bristol city centre for a week, trying to draw attention to the race. Oh, and I did a bungee jump in the same outfit (but that was an accident and was entirely due to the cavernous size of my mouth). I LOVE that t-shirt – I wear to the gym at least once a week, and every time I put it on I remember that bungee jump. Even the memory of it loosens my bowels.
…and keep you toasty in Australian summers
I have a fleece jacket I ‘forgot’ to return after finishing my contract as a ski lift operator in New Zealand – while I was working there I wore four complete layers, and this was one of the middle ones. It is so warm that at any altitude less than a thousand meters I can only wear it for a few minutes, before I start to leak profusely from every part of my body. I have it with me now, but it doesn’t come out of the bag much – it’s 39 degrees centigrade here in Perth at the moment – that’s 102 F!
…and repel killer insects.
I also have a bright red Gore-Tex jacket which I got in England – no, wait! There’s a story, I promise! See, I bought one similar just before setting off on my first Grand Voyage Around The World™. You know – the one where I only got as far as France. The jacket had been a birthday present, but I’d never needed it to repel water – just insects. One fine afternoon, hiking without direction or purpose, I sat on a strange wooden structure to take a rest.
Now, in hindsight, any strange wooden structure in the middle of a field is bound to be a beehive – but I was young and… stupid. Okay, stupider.
The bees swarmed to the attack and I fled across the field – to safety, I thought. One tenacious little devil wasn’t giving up though. He dived at me as I tried to climb the stone boundary wall. For the first time in my life I was faster than something – I lashed out with the Gore-tex jacket, catching the bee mid-air and dashing him against the wall. Two things died in that moment; my insect assailant, and my jacket. The zipper hit the stone wall squarely and disintegrated, leaving me with a 100% waterproof jacket that was impossible to fasten. Which meant that when the inevitable downpour came a day later, I got soaked in a wide stripe from neck to navel. I gave up and went home soon afterwards; not because of the jacket, but because I was terrified of being locked in a prune furnace and roasted alive by my boss, a plum farmer in Bordeaux (long story).
I put in an insurance claim for the jacket, saying it had been damaged in transit, then I returned it to the shop as defective. Between the store credit and the insurance pay-out I was able to buy a much better jacket – and I carry it with me to this day. In the last ten years I have never once tried to use it to kill anything – I’ve learnt my Karmic lesson!
What’s your traveling fashion story?
So, this is where I open the floor to you lovely people!
Have you got a favourite bit of clothing you travel with?
A special shirt you can’t leave home without?
Or a bit of gear with a story behind it…? Share, please, we’d love to hear about it!
You know the drill – do it in the comments :0)
Img: Traditional Australian dress, as modeled by Tony James Slater
I love picking up pieces that are sure to draw compliments so I can say, “oh, this? I picked it up in [insert exotic locale].” The implication being;: you can’t get a scarf/jacket//belt/bracelet like this at The Gap.
Yeah! I end up doing that quite a lot, to the point where I get a bit embarrassed about it. Because almost all my clothes are souvenirs by now (and I’m constantly replacing them as I go) I’m always telling someone ‘Oh, these jeans? Yeah, I got them in Jordan…’ I sometime worry that people think I’m showing off! But if you have a groovy piece of kit and someone asks – almost always expecting you to point out a shop just down the high street – you can’t exactly lie, now, can you? Just gotta smile and say, ‘Yeah, it’s my favourite. I bought it in Egypt!’ – and hope they don’t go through your entire outfit… ‘This cap? Australia. My shirt? Why thank-you… Thailand… oh, this jacket? I know, it’s great.. handmade in Bali…’ Happens all the time :0)
Great post! I’m afraid my list is quite long but I have to say my favorite piece of travel clothing has to be the purple, hand-woven pants I got in Guatemala. I know I looked pretty cool hiking a volcano wearing them while there but not so much when I pulled them out of my bag to go horse-back riding on a beach Bequia. Got some pretty crazy stares!
Ha! I had some AWESOME clothes from Ecuador… until I left there. Then all of a sudden they made me look less like an intrepid traveler and more like a clown. Bummer! Those woollen ponchos are just so cool, and SO practical – especially when living at 10,000m with no heating in the house! But pull one out whilst strolling around the shops in London and people start putting spare change in your coffee cup!
Yeah, there’s a time and a place for these sorts of souvenirs. Unfortunately, for many of them that time and place is where and when you bought it – and nowhere else :0)
Likewise my amazing Thai fisherman’s trousers. I love ’em – and if I was a hot hippie-type chick I could probably pull it off, even outside Thailand – alas, I am not a chick at all. Apparently they’re just not manly – and I would be asking to get beaten up if I wore them to the pub in Australia!
Oh, I desperately miss my fisherman’s pants! Although I never did manage to pull them off outside of Thailand… much like the gringo pants of the Latin American backpackers circuit.
I’ve got a wonderful, huuuuge, handwoven shoulder bag from Mexico that I’ve had repaired twice and will keep repairing until it is no more than patches and thread… but when I think about clothes and travel mostly I just wonder where on earth I left that hat, that top, and my one of my favourite new earrings…
Yeah, I know wht you mean – I left almost everything I owned in Thailand! I left there with a few pairs of fisherman’s pants and a tiny pair of jeans (I struggled to find clothes to fit me, as a westerner) – but somehow it didn’t quite make up for the entire bag full of clothes I’d taken there, and managed to lose or ruin during my 10 month stay. Ah… Thailand. Destroyer of clothing… well okay, it was the parties that destroyed most of it :0)
I passed on the big woollen bag during my time in South America, but I came home with the other inevitability – a gigantic (and very colourful) hammock!
oops…sorry. I meant to say on a beach in Bequia!
S’all good, you should see the amount of typos I make in these posts! Luckily I have three other Displaced Nation types to find ’em for me before they publish!