3rd nov: into the bush.
Three hours on the slatted unforgiving benches of a 'rasta' truck, along the most unroadworthy road ever and we reach St.Luce camp. My rear will bear bruises for at least a week and, well, let's just say they don't even make sports bras that good. My perfect tent spot turns out to be no good, as it's going to be blocked by a mansion of a tent in front, so I'm left with a sloping-ditch-but-shade or flat-and-sunny dilemma. I try to rake the ditch a bit flatter and remove the rubbish and rusty cans. Dripping with sweat I drag my bags into my tent and wonder where I'm meant to sleep. Two person tent? Lego men maybe, but there's no human being on the planet I'd share it with. A gentle afternoon's walk to the most gorgeous beach ever (will be even better when it's not drizzling) and I tuck into my pumpkin stew and rice.
Three hours on the slatted unforgiving benches of a 'rasta' truck, along the most unroadworthy road ever and we reach St.Luce camp. My rear will bear bruises for at least a week and, well, let's just say they don't even make sports bras that good. My perfect tent spot turns out to be no good, as it's going to be blocked by a mansion of a tent in front, so I'm left with a sloping-ditch-but-shade or flat-and-sunny dilemma. I try to rake the ditch a bit flatter and remove the rubbish and rusty cans. Dripping with sweat I drag my bags into my tent and wonder where I'm meant to sleep. Two person tent? Lego men maybe, but there's no human being on the planet I'd share it with. A gentle afternoon's walk to the most gorgeous beach ever (will be even better when it's not drizzling) and I tuck into my pumpkin stew and rice.
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