I knew I would wake up early . . . and I did. At 5:00am. Yawn. So, what’s left . . . Oh yeah, the “duffle bag in a ball.” Where the hell are ya? This is an amazingly large bag made out of some sort of tough parachute like material and it stores in its own self – a ball smaller than the size of a tennis ball. My mom saw this at REI and bought me one. Thanks Mom! While in South and Central America, it came in handy, especially my last stop in Ecuador, where I more or less turned into a crazed shopper. I put numerous bracelets, necklaces, alpaca blanket, rugs, and a painted gourd inside this bag. Where the hell are you hiding?