Camping

The camping trip was a whirlwind of emotions pun intended. Travelling was not too bad, it felt very much like a school trip; we all met at the coach station with our tents at the ready and collected our sleeping bags from Nuno. I decided to do the tourist thing and adorn a straw hat and sun glasses which i enjoyed very much. The coach trip seemed prolonged but bearable spent it chatting to Olivia about where she was brought up and spoke about familiar haunts and later to Alex who i shared a tent with and gave each other the name of tenty. Once we arrived at Sinnes we had to make our way to Port copo? Which was 20km away and was raining. We decided to hitchhike which was such a new experience to me, im not sure whether i liked it but it was certainly an experience and a case of shoe on the other foot i suppose. After a damp wait eventually a nice man picked us up and drove us to our destination. Once there (we were the first) it didnt take us long to get the wine in to raise our dampened spirits again pun intended. We waited for the others to arrive most of whom arrived shortly afterwards after hitchhiking some bus. At the cafe i befriended a pregnant feline which made my jumper smell the whole time, not such a good idea. When everyone had arrived we walked to the coast to find our point of choice which was split between dunes or beach, we chose dunes as the beach has the potential to have sea and tides, not so obvious to some it appears. By the time we had set up it was sundown and time to start the festivities, el vinho did flow. It was a really fun time centred around the fire we made, getting back to nature, it was a better night than day. I even had the experience of tasting raw chicken and finding the funny side. We also ate the chocolate salmi i bought earlier however as it was not presliced we literally clawed at it. The best part was reminscinng about old school songs with Emily, i couldnt believe she sang the classics Soldiers of the Jungle, the lonely Jaguar and Yanomamo. I started the next day bright and early with the sun shining through the tent. It was stunning to wake up to such a view of the Atlantic. Some others were feeling a bit worse for wear and me being so impatient didnt want to wait around for people so decided to go exploring. I walked along the coast which was nice cleaning my teeth and found the most beautiful sea pool/ lagoon, it really was heavenly. It was such a fun day I made an art attack of an elephant out of bark which i found theurepeutic, then helped to make a river between the sea pool and the ocean which i named the Thames and built little millenium domes and st pauls cathedral and tate modern. I also played jump the river with Nuno which is a must for any beach trip. Went and bought some lunch we went for the cheapest option hamburger and chips for 4 euros so not even that cheap but it was lame it was literally a piece of meat, not a bun with salad or whatever else surround by fries all served by the most miserbale waiter. We think it was because we didnt full into the trap of eating the starter which you then have to pay for if you touch, it really is a test of sorts. The night was not so good, it kept raining and then stoping then restarting , so i kept rushing in and out of my tent simultaneously. The rest of English perhaps got it right and just stayed in their tent. Eventually i gave up and went to bed for the worst nights sleep of my life. I woke up when my roommates got in the tent, it really is just a two man tent let alone two fairly big lads and myself. but anyway i was being pushed up against the edge so half my sleeping bag, half my jumper (which now smelt of cat and smoke) and half of my boxers were soaked through. on my otherside were some knees digging into me. I got short bits of sleep but i really could not wait for morning although the rain dripping on the tent all night made me think i would never leave. Fortunately by the time 7 o clock came the rain had stopped, i could not have left the tent faster. I even stepped onto the wet sand and put my shoes on which was so uncomfortable but i didnt care. We packed away and made our way to town where we literally sat and waited for the cafe o open so we could get some breakfast. The breakfast was so good tea and chocolate croissant, it really did pick my spirits up. The coach journey home wasnt much fun, we looked liked such tramps on the metro and we must have stank but i guess thats all part of the fun of camping.