Happy Campers: sheabutter

sheabutter

Happy Campers

Nov 01, 2012 18:07

Two things I love about Hong Kong: one, it's 80% terrain (hello nature!) and two, it has a gazillion public holidays.

At the end of September, the stars converged.

Thanks to some "day after" Mid-Autumn celebratory thingy followed by some "day after" National Day thingy, Oyster Boy and I were treated to a four-day weekend with which we spent camping out at Tai Lung Wan. The last time I camped was a good 15 years ago - that's if you consider slumming out in an emptied classroom camping. I'm not sure if it was my terribly fulfilling experience with camping as a child or lack thereof, but I've always thought of the idea rather romantically. The ideal takeaway started out innocently enough - building sandcastles by day, bon-firing marshmallows by night and lots of lazy nappings in between. Then, as with all things blended with age, HBO and a modest disposable income, my perfect camp concept evolved.

In my head as of 2012, camping involves having a tent pitched in the path of fresh (preferably Japanese) wind, starting a fire cave-people-style (in modern-people-time), retiring over an episode (or three) of Spartacus on the iPad every evening and waking up to the soundtrack of rolling waves every morning. That, and et cetera et cetera.

I guess you could say when a proper camp gig finally came around, I was hell-bent on living the dream.