QUELLE HORREUR

“What are you doing?” I asked. There was a great deal of to-and-fro between the garage and front garden.

“Dad’s putting up the tent to air; we’re going camping next weekend.”

Oh dear …

Well, there could be worse things …

Camping: The art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower and flush toilet. Author Unknown

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31 thoughts on “QUELLE HORREUR

  1. Definition of camping:-“The participants (known as campers) leave urban areas, their home region, or civilization and enjoy nature while spending one or several nights outdoors”….used to love this many moons ago Cindy but not anymore…hate not sleeping soft and having warm water!!…I do love nature though!!…Enjoy girlfriend…OB is still growing up, she has to experience everything. Can’t wait to hear your stories after!! Love you my friend xx

  2. I used to love camping on the Wild Coast. We used to go to Hole-in-the-Wall very often, first with a tent and then with a caravan, and it was totally unspoiled, whereas I believe there is now an hotel. What a wonderful life! You can’t compare ‘camping’ in caravan parks with that. We planned on retiring with a motorised camper and touring the countryside. Funny how things hardly ever work out…

  3. Good luck with that one, Cindy. I grew up in a family which camped regularly. There were moments of sublime happiness and there was plenty of laughter. But I live on the rainy isle, and I remember the tent being flooded out, and a blanket order to get into swimming costumes and dig,dig,dig…..in SA I feel sure it will be amazing as long as you get a glass of good wine while someone else puts up the tent.

  4. What..? There’s such a thing as running water and a “FLUSH” toilet?

    Just kidding of course…I’m 51, and … though I can’t recall having to be WITHOUT such luxuries, I am old enough to recall using an out house facility while visiting the grandparents of an older cousins house.Being in South East North Carolina the biggest fear of course was sitting down to relax a loaf and having a Red Wasp, or Copper-Head Snake stinging your butt. OUCH!!!
    Needles to imagine… “pinching a loaf”, was NOT a relaxing experience for our ancestors in such out-back situations…But, come to think of it, where’s the real progress?

    I have all the latest in dumpology technology… the “( Economizing Flush-o Matic by Ronco)” or is it Delta? Either way.. How’s it saving any water when you have to flush 4 times to drown a Dung-ey…more like a Re-Dung…

    Just another observation from the dark side of day-light.
    Wheres the progress?

    I say Pitch a Tent!!! And Love it….Oh, and don’t you forget those 9″ heels for the Mountain Hike Cindy…
    God Bless you
    paul

  5. Campfires are delightful
    Toasting marshmallows delicious
    Wandering round waterfalls divine
    Gazing at star lit nights inspiring
    Using primitive plumbing . . . the pits!

  6. When my children were small, I did the fatherly thing and took them camping…since that time I have not nor do I want to go camping…my idea of camping now is a three star hotel. Good luck on the outdoors thing Cindy.;-)

  7. Saying you owe it to OB that she has to experience it too reminds me of my Niece asking for a train ride because she has never been in one before and I guess with my one too I have a lot of adventurous and out of my league requests coming my way.

  8. OB will surely love it, BEAUTIFUL girl!!

    Cute quote too, which can be remedied in part with an Engel freezer…nothing to touch it in the wild and perfect for a glass of chilled wine!

    ENJOY, especially the not getting pregnant part!! 😀

  9. hahahahha… this weekend in Boston, hubby and friend had plans of camping! Now… I don’t mind it either, but I need some good planning on such matters… ad-hoc camping??! Ce n’est pas possible avec moi 🙂
    And maybe that why, I can totally understand your “plight”, Cindy 😉
    Enjoy, and please bear it.. teeheehee… I am sure you will love it!

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