lists, and lists of lists

Earlier today, driving home down Dunkirk, with the familiar voices of the CBC providing such lovely, undemanding company and the traffic flowing smooth and easy, I felt pretty -well, comfortable. Travel can be a real spoke in the wheel and I suppose I'm just about due for one. It has been awhile since I've gone anywhere far, and the lists I've been making are bringing back some memories of the efforts; physical and otherwise, of travel. 

repair soles of boots

rehydration powder

appt. for malaria meds

immodium...

And what about music? a travel soundtrack is very important. Besides offering needed reprieves from crowds or unwanted conversation, music is a mood-shaper and a beauty-enhancer. But it has happened before that the music I bring doesn't make sense where I am traveling. It sounds wrong somehow, is an ill-fit. I went far up north once, when I was with the army, and lived in a tent on the ocean. The rock/pop music I had with me seemed so trite in all that vastness. The landscape was too profound. I needed something hugely operatic, or something minimal and wordless. Obviously it will be a different situation altogether for Africa. I am wondering if the Icelandic art-rock band I've been partial to lately will fit there?