On the way the water was inches deep on the road. As you can see, it was like driving through gushing rivers.
After a couple of hours driving we came to the coast and got a boat to the camp. Although it's not on an island, the camp is so secluded that it can't be reached by road, hence the boat ride.
Of course, if we were in Africa, the lack of road wouldn't stop anyone. They'd just drive their beat up old Toyota Corollas straight over all the bushes and bumps, through the mountains, perhaps even through the sea, music blaring, big smile on their faces. And my smile would be the biggest of all, because it's really fun. For the first few hours anyway. If anyone says to you, “Let's get the bus from Mombasa to Kigali, it's only 38 hours”, shout as loudly and as clearly as you can, “NO!” and run away from that crazy person in the opposite direction avoiding eye contact at all costs. That's what Mike and Karyn should have said when I suggested it.
Anyway, I’ve been feeling a bit nervous for the last few days about this whole camping thing. In my 22 years I’ve never been camping. I missed out on it in my childhood due to the creature comfort loving nature of one of my parents. Yes, you guessed it. My dad just can't live without his hair-dryer.
And I escaped it as a young adult by being cleverly unavailable whenever friends were going and had invited me. “Sorry, I’m washing my hair. And I’d like to have the option of doing so for the rest of the week.”
So anyway, I show up at camp expecting to be sharing a tent with at least 15 other individuals (I’ve heard rumours about Jubilee camping trips), but it turned out that I had been given a tent to myself. Hallelujah! Absolute luxury.
I climbed in the opening and looked about my new home. The air-conditioning appeared to be broken, and the wardrobe looked remarkably similar to my suitcase, but I decided to remain positive.
That night I went to bed feeling a little insecure. What if it rained and my tent were washed into the sea with me still in it? What if the giant insect I could hear got into my tent and laid its eggs in me? What if I couldn't get I hot shower in the morning?!
Anyway, I’ve been feeling a bit nervous for the last few days about this whole camping thing. In my 22 years I’ve never been camping. I missed out on it in my childhood due to the creature comfort loving nature of one of my parents. Yes, you guessed it. My dad just can't live without his hair-dryer.
And I escaped it as a young adult by being cleverly unavailable whenever friends were going and had invited me. “Sorry, I’m washing my hair. And I’d like to have the option of doing so for the rest of the week.”
So anyway, I show up at camp expecting to be sharing a tent with at least 15 other individuals (I’ve heard rumours about Jubilee camping trips), but it turned out that I had been given a tent to myself. Hallelujah! Absolute luxury.
I climbed in the opening and looked about my new home. The air-conditioning appeared to be broken, and the wardrobe looked remarkably similar to my suitcase, but I decided to remain positive.
That night I went to bed feeling a little insecure. What if it rained and my tent were washed into the sea with me still in it? What if the giant insect I could hear got into my tent and laid its eggs in me? What if I couldn't get I hot shower in the morning?!
Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night.
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