You Know You're Going to a Third-World Country When...

Sam's medical pack

-You're taking along more pills than a 75-year-old with high cholesterol (need those vitamins)
-You have more Gatorade powder than a high school football team (fight the travelers' diarrhea)
-You need travelers' cheques, a debit card and cash because either of the former two might not work in any given city
-Your mom makes you take enough Purell hand sanitizer to sterilize a surgical ward
-You're pack isn't save without four master locks and a bike chain
-You have eight copies of your passport and visa stashed in different places around your pack
-You just got injections for Hepatitis and Tetanus, and those malaria meds are already making you feel looney
-Two thirds of your bag is taken up by emergency medical supplies
-The only thing you know how to say in the native tongue is "No, I don't want any"
-Your upcoming trip will also serve as your weight-loss plan, because you know you'll get sick at least once a week for the next three months

Incidentally, all of these circumstances are true for me. It has been a hectic day of packing on the eve of my departure, and there is still way too much to do. Packing, repacking, cleaning, doing laundry, saying goodbyes, all with massive amounts of adrenaline both pumping me up and draining me at the same time. Tomorrow's the big day.