Comparison of Ortlieb bags

The images here are scaled to show the relative size of the bags.

Sport-Roller Classic
25 liters
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Sport-Roller Plus
25 liters
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Gravel-Pack
25 liters
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Sport-Packer Classic
30 liters
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Sport-Packer Plus
30 liters
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Back-Roller Pro Classic
70 liters
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Back-Roller Classic
40 liters
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Back-Roller Plus
40 liters
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Back-Roller City
40 liters
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Bike-Packer Classic
40 liters
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Bike-Packer Plus
42 liters
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Back-Roller Pro Plus
70 liters
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Don’t forget to be there

There’s a wilderness of land and people out there. More than anyone could know. And then there’s this other wilderness, almost entirely decoupled from the first one, that exists in people’s heads. It’s made of shorthand summaries and untested assumptions about the first wilderness, and it’s cramped and twisted like a funhouse ride and teeming with deranged fictional characters.

People who have done some traveling across the first wilderness – especially if it’s for fun – just love to creep into conversations and point out features of the second wilderness, all the time believing they are saying something meaningful, accurate, and wise about the first. They sorely want it to be true. Sometimes, sounding knowledgeable in the power play of the conversation at hand is what matters. We all love to play the wise mentor role.

This is how you get twenty-something know-it-alls at parties who say stuff like:

  • “Seattle is just a worse version of San Francisco.”
  • “People from Missouri are bigots.”
  • “New York is gross.”
  • “Everyone in Paris is so rude!”
  • “There’s more to do in Los Angeles than anywhere else.”
  • “All these new people moving to Austin are ruining the place.”
  • “People in Italy really know how to live.”
  • “Watsonville is full of Mexican illegals and if you go there you’ll get stabbed.”

(That last example may seem especially upsetting, but unfortunately, the inner wilderness is a place that can foster opinions that are not just pointless, but vicious as well.)

I know about this because I’ve caught myself doing it many times. It’s very tempting to point out some very personal, very subjective chunk of my own second wilderness and declare that everyone else will see exactly the same thing if they just go where I did. I keep trying to rein myself in, and talk about statistics instead, or give purely logistical advice.

But, paving the world around us with generalities and wishful thinking is a very human behavior. We do it to stave off madness in the face of an ultimately unknowable universe, because we are all far less capable of dealing with uncertainty than we want to admit. And sometimes our confidence needs the boost we can get by talking out loud, and we say something at a party like, “Oh I would never enjoy living in Canada.” … Conveniently forgetting the fact that 37 million people live there, and if they have a pretty good time of it, we probably could too. It would be no less honest – but far less flattering – to rephrase that confident statement as, “I’m mostly ignorant of how to enjoy life in a place like Canada and I want to remain that way, because I need to narrow down my choices for the sake of sanity.” I mean, let’s admit it: Learning is work, and sometimes we have to prioritize.

I have to be okay with this, and so does everyone else, because we’re all only human. I really only bring it up because sometimes it’s very useful to recognize that we’re wandering around in the second wilderness – in the funhouse of our own assumptions – and if we just wake up a little and look around in more detail, we can find really useful connections, and gain new confidence. Every new place I go I’m astonished at how poorly I actually see things, and how much I lean on previous knowledge and trust that things will be predictable. I have to stop and go back, sometimes more than once, and ask “What did I just see? What did I just ignore?” and most important of all, “What’s being hidden from me because I’m a stranger?”

If you’re traveling, take a page of advice from a slow-ass bicycle tourist, and slow way down for a bit. Ask yourself a couple of those questions and give yourself time to seek an answer. Chances are, it will lead you somewhere way more interesting than the next picturesque monument on the madcap package bus tour you were offered by the tourist bureau. It was hard enough getting to that new place — so don’t forget to be there when you get there.

Second Iceland Departure

It's always sunny at the hostel! (Note: Actual sun may vary.)

In Iceland, we park bikes wherever. Sometimes we even put locks on them.
Here's where you check in and get that all-important WIFI password.
Still got that vague hospital vibe.
Small but cozy!

It's the cat from 2019! Hooray!

I didn't manage to spot any of these creatures while I was in Iceland.

How many fairies can dance on the top of a vine?

Another of those cool names-as-streets maps.

I remember this path from my last visit!

Lots of tourists on lots of different vechicles have passed this way!

I like this guy. He's got a cool dog and his shirt roughly translates to "Less talk, more forest."

Ultima 9 used to take a 300-watt tower PC to run. Now I can play it on a laptop in an emulator and it looks just as good. That's wild.

I really hoped that this truck would have a man in underwear on the other side. Nope!
Sounds delicious!
Last order of business: Repair these poor headphones.
Checking in for the boarding line!
Everyone here was excited to get going. Some of them kept their engines idling uselessly the whole time, just in case.
All lined up to board the ferry.
Caution: Children crossing, and cats flying over mountains.
Some great hiking around here.
A last, lingering view of these fine Icelandic hills.

On we go!

Still quite the conga line of cars waiting to park.

Tethering up the bike in the standard area.

Over the last pass

There's that big basket from last time!

Dang, I don't have chains!

The road won't turn you to stone, but the wind will certainly scare you.

Quite a view up here.

Who's smug that he made it all the way up here in this insane wind? This guy!

The art installation has lost a bunch of portable TVs.

Finally reached the plateau.

That looks like a good spot for a nap!
Water goes on top of and inside this mossy carpet.
Beware the gooseprints: They indicate goose poops nearby.
Quite a cool spot for napping.

It's like a big green mattress!

Aaaah, time for a nap.

So many colors in these clouds.
Snow under late summer clouds.
Dramatic lighting up here!
Mesmerizing sunset colors.

The high elevation brings the clouds closer.

Narrow band of horizon.

Good ol' Valoria, always ready to stop for a photo -- and hold my snack while I'm taking it.

A night-time approach photo to match the one from two years ago.

Business in EgilsstaĆ°ir

Hah, it remembered the wifi password!

Maybe I really should find some goat horns and glue them onto the helmet...

Good luck on your journey, little package!

The paperwork is out of my hands now.