Saturday, September 24, 2005


So What Is It With The Camping?

So what is it with me and camping? How come everytime I try to go
camping it ends up in disaster? Anyway last weekend I headed up too
Figueras & the Costa Brava to go camping for a few days with my old
friends from Stoke Newington - Mike, Dawn & Peter. I specially go and
purchase a new tent, sleeping bag and ground mat thing from
Decathlon, especially for the event (Got to love Decathlon they've
got all the gadgets for camping, cheap as well). Anyway I get all the
way there, we have a nice time on the beach, lovely dinner in St Pere
de Pescador, we get back to the campsite for nightcap & a spliff -
all very sociable. I retire to the tent all very nice so far - 2.30am
the wind starts getting up, tent starts to rock a bit, 4.00am
torrential rain starts pouring down. Luckily my tent holds up
without any leaks but it is really bucketing down and of course I
have to go to the bathroom 200 meters away - so there I am at 4.30am
trudging through the mud in a howling storm in nothing but my
underpants (not worth getting all my clothes wet), in the perfect
world this would be the part of the story where i come across a
mobile home, with six Swedish girls on holiday - but unfortunately
life doesn't work that way.

Next day it's all cleared up a bit - Peter and Dawn drop Mike and
myself off in the van at Empuries Brava, and they head off back home
to France - we're supposed to be going to a big party and BBQ at a
beach very nearby that night. We set up the tents and have a bit of a
siesta after the previous nights disturbances - but all the time the
wind is getting stronger & stronger. I get woken up by the roof of my
tent pushing down on my nose, and it isn't even dark yet. In a burst
of activity I break my tent down, then build it again but pointing in
a different direction, simultaneously lashing it too tress with
bungee cords, which seems to solve the wind problem.

Few hours later we get a call - BBQ is cancelled, too windy, another
hour later we get another call - entire party is cancelled, too
windy... so we have a strange evening in the campsite bar fortifying
ourselves against the elements with alcohol... it works! Strange
though, put it this way - if you had just got married would you bring
your bride, still in her wedding dress, to a draughty campsite on the
Costa Brava along with all of your mates? No, me neither - maybe it's
a Catalan thing?

Next day was great though - sun was shining, we visited my friend Nic
at his converted mill and there was no camping, as we came back to
BCN. But what is it with me and camping? Last time I went, in
Australia, about three years ago, exactly the same story - New Years
Eve, middle of a beautiful summer, no rain for weeks - I get a new
tent & sleeping bag, off to the outback with a bunch of people and on
the first night the heavens open and it doesn't stop raining for two
days. I just don't get it - tent and sleeping bag are now resident in
the cupboard under my sink and I have a feeling that they may be
staying there for some time.

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