On the subject of walking.
When I was 18, we were going out periodically on electric bikes with friends to drink culturally in nature. for a few days. And all of my trouble went into my father’s military cider, except that the blanket outside hanged. Then the pen began to hang steadily. A few years later, I lived with a Bundess backpack, twice the size of a cider, began to take spare clothes, a burner, and then bought a tent, which I started hanging on the backpack on the side. Then he started to ride a car, bought a healthy four-seater tent, chairs, tables, moved on a serious SUV, then everything stopped to fit in the luggage, put an expeditioner...
This year I have eaten 4 times with a backpack of 25 liters, a tail and a bedroom. In the electric. And I feel much happier than with the chest.