When I booked this trip it was the 3 weeks of camping I was nervous about. It's not the being dirty that I care about, or looking rubbish. It's the lack of sleep. No matter what all the camping lovers say, sleeping on the floor is no king size divan with Egyptian cotton sheets.
The first week or so went pretty well though, our tents were easy to put up, you could just about swing a cat inside and the sleeping mats were pretty bloody good. Über guide showed us a few tent tips and all was rosy.
Only then it rained , well more flooded in the Okavango delta and the love affair ended. Each day got a bit more draining. Things perked up when we won the bet with the boys, and we slept outside under the stars.
Last night though was the last balmy night under canvas.
Über guide asked me this morning ( while I was making my own tea) if I was going to be emotional about saying bye to the tent. I laughed and told him that I camped in England. He doesn't need to know about the glamping concept.....I'm really not sure he'd approve
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