Back!

[mothwing]

We're back!

As always right after camping (and de-sanding everything we own, and catching a night of sleep in a real bed, and shower under real showers) I am quite convinced camping is not for me, but the memory of the trip is already clouding my memory of ice-cold nights and wet tent ceilings. 

So. The trip! 

• The North Sea! Swimming in the North Sea. You have to do it. 
• Vikings! They have longhouses with great windows and the best beds
• Vikings! They have ships! Lots
• Danes! They can speak all the languages I speak better than me and then some!
• Vikings! They have funeral boats
• Reading in a tent with a flashlight! All Fantasy quest novels should be read like that, I suppose.

Links to holiday snapshots from our various destinations can be accessed by clicking on the images below. I hope that the individual travel journal posts don't show up on your friend's pages. 

     

Man, I'm knackered, and the Mojito I'm having clearly doesn't help me concentrate, but I earned it. 

Comments

[kellychambliss.livejournal.com]

Welcome home! I think camping is probably like childbirth -- memory of the pain fades over time, and you get to keep the fun bits (i.e., good memories, photos, and the baby).

[crocky-wock.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I need to hear more of that. The thought of giving birth is so endlessly scary to me...

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

It definitely is! After waking up in a tent the first night I always think, "Why on earth did I put myself into this situation?"- but then I come home, and the memories of frostbite and midges in tents just fade and leave behind only the flexibility and reading books with a flashlight. I should put up sticky notes each summer saying, "You do not like camping!".