Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts

Thursday, 8 September 2011

The Zombie Outbreak guide to camping

Remember that time I said I hated camping and wondered why anyone ever thought it was a good idea?

I do, yet I still agreed to go camping with Rich, Shanice and Matt (of course) last weekend in North Wales. I think part of it was desperation, as I hadn’t been on holiday for six years and I needed to get out of the country, but part of it was curiosity. I hadn’t been camping unless it was with school and I was required to trek about with my tent on my back all day. Did the experience change when you’re old enough to set fire to things and drink?

The answer is yes, yes it does. With that in mind, let me give you a checklist of the things you will require if you want to go camping in style.

Tent:



Mine and Sunday Matt’s tent. I’d give you the Cribs tour but there isn’t enough room for the camera crew.

Well, obviously, unless you’re planning on sleeping al fresco because you want to be trampled by cows or something. Also, though, you should procure an airbed for sleeping on. Purists may claim that it isn’t proper camping if you’re not lying on the ground, but I say that’s crazy talk. Either way you’re sleeping outdoors, why make yourself uncomfortable in the process? If you want to go all out, bring your duvet and pillows with you like we did. It was awesome.

Firelighters:



The campfire is VITAL to the camping experience. It keeps you warm at night, it gives you something to gather round, it provides a light source, and of course, it gives you something to poke and experimentally burn things on. (Last weekend we burned Haribo sweets. They boil like lava. Fact!).

However, you’re not a boy scout. Don’t mess about starting a fire naturally, grab some firelighters and a lighter and/or matches and get that bad boy up in flames as soon as humanly possible!

Waterproof clothing:



The typical British seaside holiday.

Ok, it’s boring and sensible, but trust me that you want it. You can bring everything you want, but if you’re soaked to the bone with nowhere to escape the rain, you’re knackered. I recommend a waterproof jacket and a pair of wellies or waterproof boots at the very least.

If you bring wellies, check them for holes. Don’t do what I did and discover said holes when you walk into the sea wearing them...

Entertainment material:



Rich enjoying something relevant to his interests.

I’m going to go against everything I believe in and recommend taking an e reader like a Kindle. If it chucks it down with rain and you’re stuck in the car, having an e reader means you’ve got a zillion books available to you (or however many you’ve loaded onto it). Plus, it takes up less space than books, and can connect to the internet. Handy if you want the weather report.

Also, handheld consoles like the DS or the PSP are handy too, as are mp3 players. In fact, I’d say an mp3 player and a speaker are essential. Tunes in a field! Sing at the cows!

Booze:



Matt has his priorities straight.

Surely the highlight of the trip was being able to drink beer around the campfire, instead of watching the teachers booze it up when they thought we were asleep as they did when I was 14. Your best bet is to buy said booze when you get to your destination, as otherwise it’ll take up precious room in your car boot. You need that space for wellies!

In conclusion, yes, I would camp again now I’ve done it properly (i.e. with friends), but not without the above luxuries. You can take away my internet, but you can’t take away my comfort!

Saturday, 11 June 2011

My doctor said I'm two tents

Hi kids, Friday Voni here. Saturday Simon’s abandoned us this week to check out the Download festival, the lucky swine. So while he’s out in a field drinking cider and watching Def Leppard, you’re stuck with me. Sorry about that.



I’d be there too but a) it costs a lot of money and b) camping. I HATE camping. I can’t see the point of freezing your ass off in the open when there are thousands of comfy hotels with lovely warm beds and running water (not to mention fluffy dressing gowns) to stay in. It’s utterly daft. And before you say it, I’ve been camping. Three times. I can safely say I have sampled it and hated it, and here’s why, in handy list form:

It’s too damned cold: No, seriously, it is. I’ve camped in the middle of summer and have woken up shivering in the middle of the night when the temperature’s dropped. It doesn’t help when you’re camping in England, where a hot summer is one where you can take your rain mac off for five minutes. How is sleeping in a tent a good idea at all?



You have to put the tent up: We all know what a trauma that is. Hotel rooms come fully constructed. I’m just saying.

There are no showers: Ok, yes, some campsites come with shower blocks, but either you have to pay to use them or they’re just too hideous to contemplate. Plus they’re always MILES away from your tent. Why? How is that useful? Give me hotel bathrooms with plenty of shampoo and shower caps to nick. (Zombieoutbreak.com does not condone stealing).

Limited cooking facilities: Hello, food poisoning.



I’m a big wimp: Yeah, I’ll admit it. I’m just too much of a wuss to make it in the outdoors. If I can’t plug in my laptop or get a phone signal, I’ll start hyperventilating. What? At least I didn’t sell my kidney for an iPad 2 like that Chinese kid did.

Normal service resumed next week, when hopefully Simon won’t have lost any of his digits to frostbite.