Me and My BackpackI love my backpack. I really do. We have a bond that is only formed after 5 weeks of intimate contact. After that much time together, you become one, you fit into each other’s crevices. (And that love may explain why I threw a rock at a chipmunk who chewed through my backpack – although I felt really bad about it later and was glad I missed the fury little devil).

My backpack and I have been featured on My Travel Backpack – a blog by Mathieu, a backpacker from Quebec. Check it out.