There comes a point for every world traveler, however adventurous, when you wake up in your hut (or tent or yurt), and think, "Gosh, I would love to make waffles." Then, you catalogue all the stuff you'd need to pull off waffles--the iron, the mix, the whisk, the plate, the grade B maple syrup--and then you look down at your pathetic kit of eye drops, lip balm and Bactroban, and say, "I want to go home."
