My small pillow. You can’t buy one. They’re considered dangerous to infants. It’s a tiny pillow I took off a Philippine Airlines flight. With this soft little cushion, I can sleep anywhere. And have done so. In hotels when the pillows were hard as concrete. On a customs bench in Morocco. Deck class as I sailed down the Red Sea.
It goes wherever I go. I’ve only lost two on my travels. One was left behind on a horrid coach trip to Paris. A second blew into the Bay of Bengal, when I stood up from my deck chair to escape a tropical squall. I subsequently found replacements on other flghts. And no, I don`t feel bad about taking 3 little pillows in a lifetime’s flying.
The third item I never forget is a pareo. Also known as a sarong, a kikoye or simply a cotton wrap. This is a patterned length of cotton material, worn to great effect in Polynesia. But also in East Africa, coastal India and Dhofar in Oman.
Item number four is my swimming costume. I pack this as hand-luggage with my pillow and pareo so if stuck somewhere warm, I can always swim. On two occasions, once off a flight in Singapore, another when I was double-booked in Bombay, I was the only passenger in the airport hotel who was able to enjoy a dip.
Finally, I always pack a mini bottle of scotch. Whiskey is a reviver when you reach your new hotel room, or in event of drama on your travels. It can be drunk neat if you haven`t water and the Scots would say it doesn’t need ice.