I’ve been left behind by Left Behind,and I’m no great believer in the impending arrival of the End Times, but after a remarkable two hours (two hours) in a camping store (upcoming vacation in, ridiculously, Mongolia – blogging will be light) downtown, I know that such stores are the place to go if you want to sit out the apocalypse in comfort. Amazing. Flashlights for the head! Water purification kits! Strange laboratory-made multicolored garments! Whatever happened to the notion that the only requirements for foreign travel were stout walking shoes, a tweed suit, umbrella, hip-flask, gold sovereigns and, of course, a British passport…