Camping is not an entirely new experience for me (I was a girl guide for a couple of years after all...) but I must confess there are some aspects of camping that I've never been particularly enamoured of - the trekking to the toilet/shower etc IF there is one, the sense of being stifled in an airless tent in the middle of summer and let's not forget the complete lack of dignity involved in climbing in and out of the tent.
I recently gave camping another bash, and not in the most ideal of circumstances either. It was pouring with rain and I was staying in a borrowed tent with no fly (note my easy use of camping jargon!). I was saturated. But there was something kind of fun about it nevertheless. There's a certain camaraderie you find in camping that don't get when you stay in a motel. The bbq probably helped as did the alcohol.
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
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Hey you!
I'm camping out for the Byron Blues Festival this coming Easter long weekend.
I think the last time I slept in a tent was my last year in high school (all those eons ago =P)
The differences this time around is that I'm going to be sharing a tent with 3 girls AND there will be plenty of LEGALLY consumed alcamahol. YAY! (About the alcamahol not the 3 girls, theyre only mates and nothings going to happen :P)
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