Its been years since I ventured out for a camping holiday! The last time I slept out in a little fabric shelter was 4 years ago when I (insanely) decided it was a good idea to join my boyfriend at the time in living in the woods...in a bender! Don't ask me why. The idea of tramping seemed to appeal to me at the time. My dream was to live out of my bag and travel the world. So the first step I took into my little dream was to live in a bender in the middle of a forest...that dream turned out to be short lived!
Sure movies like 'into the wild' make it seem all the more appealing, especially if your already pretty wild at heart. And I wont deny, the first week or so was pretty interesting and exciting. It was the middle of summer at the time also, so that helped in making the experience all the more enjoyable..to begin with! I loved waking up in the fresh air, opening our little shabby fabric door to look over the lake that ran through the forest and hearing literally nothing but a fire going and birds tweeting. The walk to work and back was always amusing too..untill all my best shoes got ruined. It was a little eye opener that maybe, after all, I am more materialistic than i first thought! Then there were the nights when the bender would be shook up and rattled, by god knows what! It scared the life out of both of us, but when your living in the middle of the woods theres really not much you can do except ignore it and go back to sleep. Mini gatherings were fun, But food was always limited, and my god...I do love my food. Sleeping whilst breathing fresh air continuously did me the world of good and gave me more energy than any amounts of coffee could ever give me. That was untill the garlic shrubs started to randomly grow all around us and I couldn't get the smell off me no matter how much i tried. Not fun when you show up for work (that has just a slightly posh image) and you smell like you've been chowing down garlic bread all night and you can barely walk in your beaten up shoes covered in mud that were once pretty strappy dolly shoes.
Still, I stayed upbeat and kept on like a trooper. That was untill, one night I climbed into bed and found what looked like RAT POO in my once wild yet heavenly sleeping lair. Thats when i drew the line. So, off i stomped, into town, with my tired feet, scruffy bag on my back filled with my life and turned up at my local in floods of tears. I sobbed to the pub landlord about the rat poo, my ruined shoes, my bad skin and my smelly garlic hair. ''I just want electricity'' i sobbed ''a comfy bed, a clean room and LIGHT!''. Before I knew it i was put up in one of the rooms above the pub. I lay in bed, put on the telly and felt my bones crack with relief. Aaaah heaven, i thought, never again will i subject myself to the life of the woods! Oh, and not to forget the pile of food i chowed down on that very night...luxury.
So, tomorrow I am off for another camping adventure. This time there wont be rat poo, I am taking all the food i can eat, and a ton of clean clothes and skin care! I will have a tent with a zip so no animals can get in other than my fluffy dog and It will be on a camp site, which means clean shower and toilet facilities, a little shop for all your daily needs and lots of other happy campers! I am so excited, but I know after a night or two I will be looking forward to coming back to warm and comfy bed, my laptop for writing and tv for night time snuggles with my poppy dog!
Il let you know how it goes...
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