Wherever you go, however you go, you should travel light, and believe me, the lighter the better where six kilos is the absolute maximum on the way out.
But news arrives of Saudi road dunce king Salman who doesn't seem to agree as he just touched down in Turkey followed closely by his 'personal belongings, clothes and food (which) were flown into Ankara in a fleet of cargo planes.'
He's also spent $10m from the nation's diminishing oil-based treasury on bomb-resistant cement plastered on the hotel walls, local media reported. He travels with tonnes of cement!? And a gang of Bangladeshi plasterers!?
... words fail me, but it does remind me of a mad-assed Canadian woman who I once found manhandling great heavy boxes onto an airport check-in desk in London.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm gonna redecorate my bathroom in China," she answered as the scales registered 30 kilos in extra baggage.
With a fair amount of irony I'm currently trying to extract a three kilo parcel that I sent home from India - a leather briefcase, some books, a cool shirt that you could wear to a disco, and some t-shirts to pad it out. I sent it by post to keep the weight down on the road and a month or so later it still sits in some poxy Praha post office as if some sort of apprehended and dangerous illegal immigrant while some poxy Saudi aristocrat transports planeloads of stuff wherever he wants and poxy customs go nowhere near it.
Life ain't fair, but we knew that anyway.
But news arrives of Saudi road dunce king Salman who doesn't seem to agree as he just touched down in Turkey followed closely by his 'personal belongings, clothes and food (which) were flown into Ankara in a fleet of cargo planes.'
He's also spent $10m from the nation's diminishing oil-based treasury on bomb-resistant cement plastered on the hotel walls, local media reported. He travels with tonnes of cement!? And a gang of Bangladeshi plasterers!?
... words fail me, but it does remind me of a mad-assed Canadian woman who I once found manhandling great heavy boxes onto an airport check-in desk in London.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm gonna redecorate my bathroom in China," she answered as the scales registered 30 kilos in extra baggage.
With a fair amount of irony I'm currently trying to extract a three kilo parcel that I sent home from India - a leather briefcase, some books, a cool shirt that you could wear to a disco, and some t-shirts to pad it out. I sent it by post to keep the weight down on the road and a month or so later it still sits in some poxy Praha post office as if some sort of apprehended and dangerous illegal immigrant while some poxy Saudi aristocrat transports planeloads of stuff wherever he wants and poxy customs go nowhere near it.
Life ain't fair, but we knew that anyway.