Thursday, January 12, 2012

Ode to The Pouch

The kanga Pouch - also known as a money-belt - is a glorified fanny pack advised for travelers.

There is no doubt that The Pouch we wear beneath our clothes has kept our valuables safe, but let us share some of the trials and tribulations of these awkward pouches beneath our pants. There is awkwardness in every-which-way.

In addition to looking awkwardly bulgy underneath some of our clothes, as well as looking awkward when we pull them out to retrieve money, we have both had a few awkward mishaps trying to do this slyly.

Awkward Pouch Story 1:
Nonchalantly placing her silver earrings in her money pouch to keep them safe while she showers, Monica forgets to put them back in her ears before we head out for the day. We make our way to some artisan markets in Cusco telling ourselves that we won't buy anything. Fail number one for Monica. As Monica reaches into her pouch for her Nuevo Soles an earring makes its way out of the pouch and part way down the leg of her pants. Fail number two. She calmly pays for her llama figurine and waddles (yes a full-out waddle) through the market stalls in fear of losing it in this crowded place and trying to keep the earring snugly in place in her pants until she figures out how to get it out. Fail number three. Luckily and awkwardly, just as a vendor attempts to sell her an alpaca sweater, the earring ends up falling all the way down her pants and drops delicately on the floor in front of the vendors. "Oh there it is!" as she picks it up and walks back to the main avenida.

Awkward Pouch Story 2:
After making a quick stop in the restroom outside of the main gates of Machu Picchu, Christina tries to enter the park with her ticket. "Passport, please." Crap, it's in the kanga Pouch. Fail number one for Christina. Christina proceeds to try to find her passport, but cannot really do so since her large camera is tucked under her jacket, creating a baby bump obscuring the view of the Pouch. Fail number two. She then proceeds to remove the entire contents of the Pouch, dropping paper everywhere. Fail number three. There is now a line forming behind. Fail number four. Flustered, she hurriedly shoves back in the contents of the Pouch. "Hold on a sec, why is there a coin down my pants? Why are all my coins down my pants?" She has placed the contents of the Pouch not in another pocket, but in her pants. Fail number five.

Oh Pouch, how you never fail to embarrass us, make us look like we are 2 months pregnant, and call unwanted attention to ourselves. Because of you, we can take a jab to our Pouch area and not feel a thing. This is an ode to you.


Yep, even our hostel room key with a wooden plank attached to it goes into The Pouch



Trying to access The Pouch atop a boat on Lake Titicaca

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