I recently travelled with a woman who claimed she could pack for a week’s skiing holiday in a handbag. Not the skis themselves, mind you, but she insisted she could fit every other essential in one average-sized, over-the-shoulder satchel.
My comrade had already proven her mysterious superpowers, having employed said sack for a trip we shared to Edinburgh.
Did she possess some sort of pret-a-portable TARDIS, equipped with entire wardrobes instead of zip pockets?
When she went camping, could she crawl in there to sleep at night?
Given that every handbag is legally obligated to devote at least half its capacity to crumpled receipts, wadded tissues and lint-covered breath mints, did the thing require its own household staff to tidy unfathomable mounds of worthless detritus?
As our train chugged back to London, I longed to ask her to turn her bag inside out so that I could explore its enigmatic dimensions. But somehow, it didn’t seem right to request that she dump her unmentionables on the tray table.
Nor did I wish to risk being sucked in by the gravitational pull of what I can only assume was her pocketbook’s fifth dimension.
Behold, my friends: Briggs & Riley’s patented CX™ Expansion-Compression Technology.
With the help of a pair of ladder-like gizmos, which retract when you zip your suitcase and press down at each end, Briggs & Riley has figured out a way for you to wriggle 25 to 34 percent more stuff into their Baseline and Sympatico luggage collections.
You can see it in action here.
I decided to test the system myself, using the Baseline Domestic Carry-On Expandable Spinner. In its unexpanded, deflated state, this little gem measures just 56 x 35.5 x 23 cm, including the handle and wheels. That’s slightly too large for RyanAir’s carry-on bag limit, which is basically the size of an anemic lunch box, but small enough for EasyJet and British Airways. (more…)
Being a travel writer, you might expect that I’d be an aficionado of efficient packing, able to cram enough gear for a trek to Mt. Everest in a bag no bigger than a lunchbox. “Just the essentials,” you might suppose—a camera, a spare pair of socks, and a handful of breath mints to stave off Donner party hunger pains and simple chronic halitosis.
In fact, over the years, I’ve become what you might call a “disaster packer.” My suitcase overflows with obscure items meant to slap a Band-Aid (metaphorically and otherwise) on any problem, however improbable, that I might encounter on the road. (more…)