Friday July 1st 2050 - Part 2
I’ve been prepping for this journey for the last couple of years. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to be facing out there, so I’ve tried to plan for (almost) every eventuality. I’ve got my Scottish passport, my biometric ID is registered with the government, and I have a payment chip implanted in my wrist, so even if I’m robbed of my every possession, I should still be able to access funds. I’m also taking €10,000 in €200 notes just to be on the safe side.
My skills and knowledge as a trained medical professional should also come in handy, failing that, I can play the guitar (although I’m not taking one with me) and I’ve a superb singing voice after a few drinks. *jokes*
Security is very much a concern so I’ve taken self-defence classes and I’ll be travelling with a taser and an anti-rape device. You don’t want to know what it does. Although, having said that, you can now possibly imagine. I’ve had all of my inoculations – Yellow Fever, Typhoid, Hep A, B and C, HIV, Rabies, Japanese Encephalitis, Covid etc.
Despite my Spanish heritage, I’ve got auburn hair and I burn easily, so keeping my skin covered is a must, hence my backpack is 90% hats and loose cotton clothing, sarongs and bandanas. I’ve got a contraceptive implant and haven’t had a period in years, so tampons and sanitary towels shouldn’t be necessary (although I’ve brought a mooncup and some washable pads, just in case) TMI? Okay I won’t tell you were I plan to hide my emergency money.
I’ve got my phone, a back-up phone, a solar charger, two back-up charge blocks, my dad’s old Swiss Army knife, two pairs of sunglasses, all-in-one soap & shampoo, a couple of cans of deodorant, loads of wet wipes and one kick-ass first aid kit in case I need to sew my arm back on. I’ve got a water purifier, tartan face mask (with dozens of filter slips) I’m taking a metric fuck-ton of dry rations; sugar bars, biscuits and the like which I’ve been squirreling away for the past few years, and – of course – a hipflask filled with fine single malt Lophraig. I don’t know how long that’s going to last…
And finally, I’m not going anywhere without my westie, Odie. C’mon boy!