I have compiled a travel folder for the upcoming trip to Canada and the U.S. commencing this Saturday – comprising checklists for everything I would be bringing there, right down to schedules for clothes-washing, important telephone numbers, maps and the like.

Travel folder.

As this would be my first travel to the U.S. – I hadn’t quite realized before that there was so much registration to do before I head there, such as the registration of ESTA for entry into the country, and with the local MFA (because of terror risks surrounding the U.S.).

In view of the number of registrations I had to do, the last thing I wanted was to lose track of all of them.

Different sections of the folder.

And why the checklists? Apparently, writing/typing checklists prior to a trip has been a habit ingrained from young. No, it wasn’t taught to me by anyone. I picked it up myself … since I was eleven. This was due to a past experience.

The last time I let someone do the packing for me was prior to a cruise trip when I was nine. Apparently, that someone had forgotten to include the most important item (hint: ‘u’ is the first letter) in my baggage. As a result, I vaguely recall the embarrassment I had to face walking around in my mum’s oversized (and really uncomfortable) panties.

Okay, I think that was too much information. But well, that was the most pertinent experience that made me swing towards my obsession with checklists (and demanding to pack my own bags ever since).

Since that incident, I devised a standard template for travel checklists and have been sticking to it religiously. I type out my checklists on Microsoft Excel now but I used to have a special travel notebook for this stuff before computers became ubiquitous.

And yeap, I check things off the list whenever I pack, and (sometimes) even when I unpack!

Here’s a peek at some other stuff lurking around in the travel folder.

Maps of Vancouver and its surroundings.

New country (to me, that is), hence the higher the chances of getting lost. Much as I am aware that I have an excellent sense of direction, some additional maps will never hurt anyone.

Not to mention of course, you have to keep some very important telephone numbers handy.

(Foreground) Important telephone numbers and
(background) the itinerary sent by my aunt.

Yes, hospitals – in case (touch wood) anyone gets sick. And taxi services – in case (touch wood, again) we end up getting lost. Other emergency numbers and local contacts (my aunt’s friends) are also included. Yes, dudes and dudettes – always be prepared with information like these.

I love my travel folder. Basically, any information I need is there. (:

So, how do you prepare for a trip?

Unfortunately, certain incidents have occurred at the pool as of late and managed to thwart our plans.

Pool closure notice.

In case the text is not very readable, here is some help;

Pool closed for 2 weeks up to 30 April 2010 for maintenance – human poo found in pool.

(Please report to management office if you see culprit.)

Culprit will be prosecuted.

This has subsequently, let loose an avalanche of jokes.

Think “let’s hang out by the poo-side!”, “let’s check out the swimming poo!”, “we can’t go swimming in the poo today!” and “gosh, will the poo be smelly?” (For the very last one, it was uncertain whether the person was referring to the pool or the poo.)

Well, we didn’t manage to get our swimming poo-fix today.

Instead we had some really awesome pasta – along with live guitar playing, courtesy of Stef’s brother – beneath an umbrella-shade above the deck-table we were at, followed by marshmallow and fruit fondue (which was part of the original plan) for dessert.

And yes, we were seated by the poo-side.

Stef’s brother – live entertainment for the evening.

And no, the swimming poo was odour-less – in case you were wondering. (The odour that filled the air was that of the usual heavily-chlorinated scent that surrounds swimming pools.)