Dandillian: Camp Muzza: Part 2

our easter break went so damn fast this year, one minute ferret was ordering me around putting cirque de soleil up, then in what seemed 2 hours later, we were heaving it back into the car. it was, for the most part, very relaxing though.

sometimes i'd just love to be a bloke, i'd just throw all our camping paraphernalia into the boot (carefully checking off each item on a list the wife had prepared for the occasion), stop at old mcdonald's for a quick brekky, drive a couple of hours muttering profanities at all the easter traffic under my breath, order the wife around about how to erect the tent, then crack a stubbie and sit by the fire burping and farting for 4 days.

alright, i exaggerate, but only slightly.

ah, the serenity...

we had our vicious pretzel-eating fluff-ball, bud bud, keeping guard on our camp spot this year. cute eh? not so cute at 3am barking outside your tent...

(i still want one though)

there was no raging inferno this year, probably due to the fact that (by no fault of my own), my sugar levels are quite depleted by around 3pm each day, therefore forcing me to take a siesta, which is unfortunately the same time the fire wood is collected. i say that siesta's are absolutely imperative to the well being of oneself, particularly during periods of holidays and camping trips.

possibly due to the lack of raging inferno, our campsite got invaded by huntsman spiders. anyone who knows me, knows that i am utterly petrified of large spiders (i don't mind the little ones that you can just flick off or, even better, stomp on) fortunately, i didn't spot one until the last day so i only had one night dreaming about giant spiders licking their lips and chasing me along the river bank.

cirque de soleil.