I am not one who likes to rough it. A city gal through and through, I was never one for the great outdoors.
I like the bustle and buzz of city life and the convenience of being close to everything. I hate flies, mucky animals, dirt underfoot and travelling miles to the nearest cappuccino.
As a child I visited the country only twice. Once when I was sent for a month to *The Gaeltacht, a tribulation visited upon many an unfortunate city child and again when my father took us on my uncle’s barge down the River Shannon. Can you imagine it? Drunk in charge of a barge? My brother, not yet 2 years old, fell overboard and would surely have drowned but for the intervention of a stranger in a rowing boat nearby.
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I did go camping once though. It was the late 70s. I was young and senseless and headed off to Ballisodare Music Festival with my 2 friends and a 3-man tent. It was only at nightfall, after innumerable 99 pence flagons of cider had been imbibed by all except myself, that I realised the 4 lads who came with us had not brought a tent and intended to share mine.
Six stocious bodies in a sober girl’s tent...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
My camping adventure ended when at dawn I awoke to find I had been puked upon. After washing the vomit from my hair under a cold tap, I stomped off to walk what I'm sure was several miles to the train station, sans friends, sans tent. Traumatised doesn’t cover it.
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I didn’t set foot in the countryside again until some 40 years later and if anyone even suggested glamping to me, I’d poke them in the eye.
So, given a choice between camping in the woods or holidaying in a city hotel, it doesn't take much guesswork to know which I'd choose.
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Posted in response to @galenkp's Weekend Experiences prompt
asking 'Camping in the woods or holidaying in a city hotel? Which would you choose and why?'
The images are mine but do not necessarily reflect my views.
*The term ‘Gaeltacht’ is used to describe the regions in Ireland in which the Irish language is, or was until recently, the primary spoken language of the majority of the community.
Ha that's hilarious. I do enjoy the city but I can't live without nature all around me.
I must admit I've become quite fond of the country in the last few years...but given the choice...
How I look forward to these verbal romps. You never disappoint.
Vomit in the hair??? Ugh.
I do love the country, but have never been tempted to camp. I won't go into detail, but let's just say my childhood home offered some of camping's benefits, including lack of safe running water. Living rough is not recreation. My husband has a great line: "I did my camping in Vietnam".
Thanks for my Monday morning fix.
Hahaha, verbal romps. Perfect! Sadly they're the only kind of romps I'm capable of these days:)
Hold up here. Do you not now live out in the country?
Hahaha, don't tell anyone!:)
Must I take all of your autobiographical stories with a grain of salt?
Every single word is the truth. I was sort of forced to move to the country, anticipating the lockdown and now city property prices are astronomical and way beyond my reach. I do love growing food but I'd move back to the city in a heartbeat.
Ha ha ha, great read. I can imagine ye all squished into the pukey tent! I don't blame you for baling!
It was my brother's tent and though it did find its way back to Dublin, try as he might he could never get rid of the smell of puke!:)
Ya near impossible to get rid of the smell I'd say!!
The revolution is really bright and can not be underestimated