One day soon I'll get around to editing the 3,000+ photos I snapped during my two week honeymoon, not least so that I can relay tales of safaris and sand dune picnics right here for your reading pleasure. Until then, an ode to the luggage that kept my stash of bikinis and camera kit safe while I whizzed around Botswana and Mozambique - The Saint Luke.
During our two weeks in Africa we took eleven flights, including three in a teeny turboprop plane and two in a helicopter, which meant the need for a bag that was light, squishy and tough enough to chuck from plan to plane without spilling it's contents on the runway.
My bulky old suitcases weren't going to cut it so I went on the hunt for a new holdall. It had to be sturdy, good looking and capable of whisking me around the world for many years to come (pretty much the same qualities I look for in a man...). So when I discovered Saint Luke, it was love at first sight. All those boxes checked and a very decent price tag to boot, with a short haul bag coming in at £125 and the frankly huge long haul version only a little more expensive at £185.
Available in three different colourways, the red and white St Anton...
The navy and chocolate, St Ives...
And the jazzy, citrus-bright St Barts...
The trickiest part is working out which bag to bag... And just as I thought I couldn't love Saint Luke sacks anymore, I discovered what lay behind the reassuringly substantial zip...
Yup! Pineapples!
Even if you're not sold by that totally tropical interior (but if you're not, you're really, really quite strange and probably shouldn't be allowed a Saint Luke anyway...) then the fact that Saint Luke packs some serious philanthropic punch should definitely seal the deal. For every bag sold, Saint Luke donates enough funds to Waves4Water to provide clean water to 40 people in underdeveloped parts of the world for 5 years. Pretty impressive stuff.
After much deliberation, I went for the St Ives. He really is as delicious in the flesh as he looks on the screen and served me incredibly well on my African adventures.
Now I'm back and even the sight of a gaggle of pineapples can't ease the gloom of the post-holiday unpacking. I've decided the only thing for it is to get booking my next overseas jaunt. It's not my fault, it would be cruel to keep Saint Luke cooped up too long, he made me do it...
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