So, the camping trip was a success. Beautiful scenery, sunny weather and some rather disturbing images just to even out the balance, such as a hand-sized spider (photographic evidence available) and the lovely Mr CT sporting nothing but a purple thong (no photographic evidence available).
Sat by the fire at nights, playing music, learning how to braai, talking total random shit which only drinking vodka out of a watermelon can be blamed for….
A cricket decided to set up camp with us and we just could not get the little guy out of the tent. Now me not being a big fan of hard-shelled creepy crawlies, I was not particularly crazy about his ice-breaking attempts at first like jumping out of the suitcase at me in the mornings when I went for a change of clothes or hiding underneath my hat patiently waiting for the right moment to catch me unawares. But I warmed up to him eventually. And on the last day – he even hopped into the car when we left. Obviously wanting a taste of the big city life, who can blame the guy?
So here we are – back to the real world, back to my homicidal cat, to my job, to the endless distraction of breasts in Mr CT’s face ….Fan-tastic….. Can you just hear my excitement and enthusiasm?? Can ya?
Already fantasizing about the next escape.
PRK
