Not but three weeks into our year-and-a-half-long journey around the world did I realize my backpack had a hole in it.
Not just a tiny hole, one that you’d see after it was scraped against something sharp, but a big gaping hole along a seam that was only going to get bigger with each passing day.
Although my pack was almost 5 years old at the time, I was surprised that this had happened so quickly. Not only that, it was at the bottom of the bag, one of the worst places it could have occurred.
Cue panic.
After a few minutes composing ourselves, we figured out a rather robust repair that lasted the duration of our trip.