Think of it like choosing between a wind breaker or a rain jacket.

SweatSax: Light, flexible, easy to transport material ideal for discreetly storing sweaty stuff. Contains smells, not meant for holding down the fort during a monsoon.

WetSax: Durable rubber construction capable of handing all your wet & wild needs. 100% air & water-tight - like your ex's excuses

There aren't many things we pray for on a daily basis in this world, but this is one of them.

The Essentials Bundle gives you 2x 5L bags, giving you 10L of total space. We've fit a towel, swim trunks, flip flops, gym clothes, running shoes and 12 2nd gen Toyota Tacomas in that.

Alternatively, about 10 days worth of clothes while traveling (6-7 days if you change outfits like an actor in a low budget production).

Also 7 trout fillets per bag - yes we tested this.

It's 2025, c'mon now. Do you hate turtles and oceans too or...?

Take a good whiff of that paper-thin liner and try telling yourself that overpriced bag isn't 1 notch above a soiled diaper.

Are you going to dry-clean that bag anytime soon like the label suggests? Didn't think so. Once your SweatSax get a little ripe, quickly hand-wash and you're sorted.

Pro Tip: If you don't care about the logo, just throw them into the washing machine. We'll forgive you eventually.

Pretty much, just a secret antimicrobial material for combatting odours and some sh*tty marketing. Normal dry-bags will smell awful after a handful of uses (we learned the hard way) so we stitch ours without interior fabrics.

If suffering is inevitable, then the question of life’s purpose must be asked with suffering at its center—not as an obstacle to meaning, but as part of the terrain in which meaning must be discovered or created.

Life, in this view, is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived through, with all its complexity and contradiction. To suffer is to be alive; to feel pain is to be aware, sensitive, and connected to the world around us. Suffering exposes us—it strips away the illusions of permanence and control, revealing the fragile, raw truth of existence. And in that exposure, it opens the door to a deeper kind of meaning—not one found in avoidance or denial, but in endurance, in the capacity to love while knowing loss is inevitable, to create while knowing nothing lasts, to hope while knowing disappointment is part of the deal.

We don’t find the “point” of life in spite of suffering—we find it because of suffering. In suffering, we encounter the limits of ourselves, and sometimes, in that confrontation, we become more than we were. We become compassionate. We become resilient. We become capable of recognizing beauty in the fleeting, in the imperfect, in the real. The inevitability of suffering makes life urgent. It makes every moment matter, because we know we won’t have infinite chances. It’s what makes a genuine laugh feel miraculous, a friendship sacred, a quiet morning something to be held onto.

If suffering didn’t exist, we might never realize how profoundly precious joy is. The point of life, then, may not be some grand universal answer, but the act of living fully in the face of what is difficult. Maybe it's not about what life gives us, but what we choose to give back, knowing full well the cost—and giving it anyway.

No. Good things come in pairs:

• Socks
• Nipples
• Limbs
• Reproductive organs
• Atomic bom.... never mind

Still no ❤️