As the title of this blog post suggests I HATE CAMPING! I had the recent experience of camping again and finally, that will be the last ever camp again. I detest it for so many reasons but one it takes so long to put up the tent, We had an 8 person tent so took roughly 2-3 hours and with young children around that is not what I deem as fun.
Even before setting up a camp it is bloody hard work with spending a ton on all the things you need like bottles of gas, food and all the other equipment. Then you have to try and squeeze it all in your blinking car.
Getting back to the tend its self there is the fact you don’t get a good night sleep. You end up having your children with you. They constantly moving about and if that weren’t bad enough they stick their feet in your face.
Then there is the sleeping bag and literally, have to sip up and jump up and down to get in a comfy position. If that is not bad late at night you have to decide do you want to get out of your warm cocoon or do you want a wee. The choices are hard! if you do opt for the toilet you then decide is it worth walking up half a mile to the communal toilets or shall I take a leak next to the tent in the freezing cold. The latter brings the risk of the change of someone seeing your bare ass. Finally, after you have dealt with that trauma you have to zip back up again and jump up and down. Changes are you wake up your little darlings doing this and then guess what they need a pee. *sigh*.
Another point regarding the sleeping situation is the fact that the ground is bumpy and you feel dirty all the time. It doesn’t matter if you have used a shower, you never clean and you walk back from the nice warm water to a dirty and muddy tent.
The next morning you wake at the crack of Dawn because the light brightens up all the room and the little darlings think it is fun to jump around the tent. Whilst this is all happening you are cursing and getting more and more homesick and you don’t even care about the prospect of washing at this point.
Especially in the summer if you dare leave the tend door unzipped then you risk a gang of flies to enter. You are constantly bitten by all the bugs and it leaves you with months of marks all on your leg. I still have them marks after a year of previous camping have and it resembles someone who is a crackhead.
After two days of staying in a tend you have grass everywhere and appears in your food somehow. My god the food taste rank and it such a ball ache to still on the ground and fiddle about preparing food on a camping stove. It is lukewarm and depressing especially when it is p*ssing it down.
As time progresses you sleep deteriorates as so does your mood and you finally glad when the day comes when it is time to go home. Only to be greeted with the perspective of trying to put down the tent and making sure it all fits tightly together in its holders. Which incidentally never does on the first go, try the fifth in which your hot mess and in a bad mood. But that is fine because you then can rest on the drive home with two tired and ratty children. But the time we eventually come when you get home and you have the pleasure of dealing with the endless pile of stinky, muddy washing.
Everything with tending just feels like a chore. It doesn’t feel like a holiday and yes you save money but personally, I would prefer to be in bed at home in the warmth eating hot food.
Cheers for reading X