5/2016 Chris Hill-Scott’s photo blog

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Denham Iberia 2016

Never listen to it anywhere else, but can’t be in the garage without Radio 4 on.

Removing old front wheel bearings

Removing old front wheel bearings

Denham Iberia 2016

These only lasted 6 months. Winter in the UK is rough.

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New brake pads, old brake pads. Again, they don’t last long in the mud and the salt.

New bearings installed

New bearings installed

Denham Iberia 2016

One more little job ticked off.

I usually travel with minimal luggage. But in the last couple of years my trips have always involved motorbikes, camping, or cold weather. Each of which need special clothing or equipment.

On this trip, none of those things were a concern. So I thought I’d do an experiment to see just how little it was possible to take.

The premise:

Here is everything I took:

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Denham

Clockwise from top left:

  1. trainers
  2. sunglasses
  3. wallet (space for 4 cards and a few notes)
  4. clear plastic bag (for airport security)
  5. contact lenses × 7
  6. toothbrush (cut down on a bench grinder)
  7. 25ml toothpaste
  8. waterproof jacket
  9. merino wool t-shirt
  10. merino wool underpants
  11. swim shorts
  12. merino wool socks
  13. headphones
  14. phone (with Maps.me installed)
  15. passport
  16. European socket to USB adapter
  17. USB to lightning cable

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London

The night before leaving I slept at my friend Paul’s flat (thanks Paul!) to be closer to the airport. My flight was at 8:30am but nervous anticipation and the summer sky—light so early—had me out of the door at 5:30am.

I left behind a bag containing the clothes I’d worn the previous day. Everything else I distributed amongst my pockets (3 in my shorts and 2 in my jacket). The experiment had begun.

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Self London

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Stansted Airport

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Pisa

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Carrara

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Riomaggiore

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Manarola

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Corniglia

After two buses, three trains, a flight, and many flights of steps I arrived in Corniglia at 3pm. Plenty enough time to walk every street in the village and go for a swim in the sea.

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Corniglia

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Corniglia

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Looking at a picture of my hotel inside my hotel room

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Corniglia

I had three nights booked in a camera (literally ‘room’) in Corniglia. It was big enough for a single bed, wardrobe, fold-out desk and nothing more. I—yawning before sundown—was only interested in the bed. Days with flights are like that.

Before going to sleep I thought to make the most of the early night. Sunrise would be at 6:30am; I set my alarm for 5:30am. You can do that when you travel by yourself.

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Corniglia

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Corniglia