CAMPING is a cheap holiday, and a good way to make lots of memories.
But, as I discovered on the weekend, it can also be, relatively, embarrassing and, at times, awkward.
Matt and I packed up our four-wheel drive on Thursday night last week, ready to tackle a weekend away at the beach together.
We had been on holidays before, and Matt is a seasoned camper, but we had never gone the full ‘Russell Coight’ together.
We knocked off work Friday and set off on a two-hour trip, arriving at the communal campsite that was located 50 metres from the beach, just before sunset.
We quickly unpacked and Matt suggested we get our shelter up to really seal our spot.
He pulled out the 10 million poles from the gazebo’s box and quickly we were both confused.
Matt, of course, didn’t think we needed instructions and had left them home.
However, after around half an hour of us battling to find out which ends of the poles met, Matt even decided a quick ‘Google’, to find some instructions, would be a good idea.
Unfortunately, there was no help online and so we continued the struggle.
Midway through, a young couple passed us and pulled up at a neighbouring campsite.
They appeared to be laughing, which was no surprise because not only were we confused about how to construct the shade, but we were also trying to do it in galeforce winds.
After some time, we did manage to find the secret and within minutes it was up.
That night we slept uncomfortably and woke early to the sunrise.
By Saturday afternoon we were tuckered out from the swimming and decided a short break under our gazebo was needed.
Minutes after sitting down, a couple came to visit us telling us we ‘had stolen their usual spot’.
We laughed it off and said ‘it was all theirs tomorrow’.
They kindly asked ‘if they could pull up near us, so that they could jump right in’.
We, of course, welcomed them.
However, it wasn’t long before we realised that when they said ‘nearby’ they meant within a few metres – so close that we could see inside their oversized caravan windows.
We spent almost 24 hours with this lovely view, and early Sunday morning we decided we’d had enough and were back on the road by 8am.
Camping was a cheap holiday, and it was a good way for us to make some truly unforgettable memories.
If you have a funny camping story, feel free to share it with me.
Until next week, keep your glasses full.