Call us paranoid, but with the Mayans’ predicted date for the end of the world drawing closer, we’ve been thinking about what we’ll be saving when it all goes to shit – and it seems like we’re not the only ones. Crumpler’s featherweight (and aptly named) Rampaging Mob backpack pairs a minimal profile with a deceptively large 20-litre capacity for all your essentials, as well as some cleverly hidden stash pockets (because even the last guy on earth has something to hide).
We hit up multi-talented main man Andrew Levins, chef of Sydney restaurant The Dip and Heaps Decent head honcho, to find out what he’d throw in his go-bag when the world ends. Given his diverse skill-set, he’ll no doubt be the perfect dude to roll with in case of imminent disaster.
We shot Levins a few travel related questions, as well as got his list of must-haves (which you can scroll through above). If you’re ready to prepare yourself, go and purchase the Rampaging Mob (and a wide array of other great disaster worthy bags) from the Crumpler online store. Don’t say we didn’t warn you…
Illustrations by Matthew J. Tambellini.
Do you have any travel rituals or good luck charms?
Never travel alone or with a musician. Travel with someone who loves being organised and then fuck up all their plans in the best possible way.
Favourite travel destination?
Hanoi in Vietnam. So far the only place I’ve visited besides Sydney that I would consider living in.
Last place you went?
Bali, for a friends wedding.
Next place you’re headed?
Paris for Christmas with my family.
When you’re embarking on a trip always remember to…
Pack enough shit to entertain me on the long ass flight. Books, comics, movies, music. I actually look forward to long flights, it gives me a chance to catch up on everything.
Dumbest thing I’ve done OS?
Accidentally drinking the tap water in every Asian country I’ve visited and spending the next day keeled over in pain.
Most rewarding thing?
Ditching a tour I was managing in LA for three days and hanging out in the suburbs with some random gangstas I met at a club, eating barbecue and drinking Miller Gold with some guy they called ‘Pops’.
A disaster is headed your way, who’s the one person you call?