A tale of two rucksacks

I guess the cursing, puffing and sweating were perhaps the first tangible signs that it was indeed quite heavy. To bring a new angle to the situation at the station we increased our burdens by stocking up on bottles of waters and nuts. Here we experienced one of the first notable differences between or rucksacks – mine having a useful water holder on each size, Pete’s having sides like racing slicks. My intrepid adventuring companion then proceeded to stow these large bottles in to a remaining cavity the size of a match box. With a decent measure of good fortune and a soupcon of serendipity Pete’s rucksack did not require a separate ticket.