I have yet to find a suitcase on wheels with a handle that doesn't tip over when I stand to my full height. Holdalls are easier to carry and can always be worn as a rucksack if necessary. If something doesn't fit in my holdall, I probably don't need it. I do not pack until the evening before a trip, sometimes even later. If I have to ask myself for longer than two seconds whether I really need something, it means I can do without it. Packing takes 20 minutes maximum, any longer and I am taking too much. It's surprising what fits into a holdall; socks go inside shoes, underpants and other small items squeeze into the corners. I don't need three different aftershaves and assorted toiletries, and my dinner suit, in a suit-carrier, lies folded across the bag top. My holdall amount once accompanied me on a six week States trip.
Absolute essentials are just my dual-voltage electric socket and a small inflatable neck support for sleeping on the plane. The latter lives in one of the many capacious pockets of my favourite poacher's-style jacket, a makeshift luggage carrier in its own right. When taking a nap in transit, I use this jacket as a blanket.
I have good cameras, but tend to take my wife's compact camera which goes into the poacher's jacket so it's always handy. My GMS phone, which I would prefer to live without, goes into the same pocket.
My wife has finally converted to my holdall school of thought. She also takes a vanity case containing everything from aspirin to plasters to travel iron, small kettle, screwdriver, sticky tape, her make-up and other female things. It has to be one of the incontrovertible laws of physics that the volume of the contents of a woman's bag will always exceed the volume of the bag - how she does it, I don't know."Reuse content