Everyone here seems to be obsessed with camping. Our neighbours regularly go on 8 hour-long car trips to exotic locations in the Australian wilderness to pitch tents and try to keep their children alive. Invariably, they come back rosy-cheeked, full of beans instead staggering around with possums in their hair and braided armpits, as I would imagine.
Recently Karen came back from a week of camping, brimming with cheerful tales of her two blonde munchkins romping in the bush. “But what’s there to DOOOO??!!” I yelp like a panicked 12-year old at the prospect of no wi-fi, electric rice cookers, boiling water taps or Apple TVs….
Apparently, according to The World of Karen, one reads novels, cooks, goes for walks, finds streams to wash in and prevents ones children from contracting Lyme disease. But that’s what I do at home! And with varying degrees of success I might add!
Anyhow. The Irishman is quite taken with the idea and perhaps we shall go camping one day. The only bit that appeals to me is the nerdy packing and planning bit. Oh how I love packing!
Perhaps we’ll have to get one of these Opera trailer thingies, though at US$40k, we’d better convert it into a guestroom – guess where you’re staying next time Mom and Pop!
*The Opera Suite
* Holy guacamole…
And of course, our camping trip wouldn’t be complete without a set of these!!
(Images from Aman-I-Khas Resort, http://www.paperbarkcamp.com.au, http://web.admixconnect.nl/www.ysin.co.uk/show/nl/content/1,14 and http://funny-a-day.com)