oupa
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I know that I am cynical.
I accept that its different strokes for different folks.
I may be out of touch but......what an experience.
I went to visit my daughter and her young family over the holidays.
They actually stay close by, but had gone camping.
Where I come from, going camping consisted of going somewhere out in the wild and roughing it, with a minimum of gear.
Maybe I was influenced by my training with the Special Forces in the 60s.
I was in for a shock.
I returned with the idea that half of the city of Melbourne had packed up all their belongings (as well as expensive designer camping gear), carted them 100 miles and then constructed a five star tent city with exactly the same neighbours as they live next to in the city next to them there.
To justify the expenditure on high price items like dirt bikes and Jet skis, they have to be used day and night 24 hours a day.
How could this be fun?
Portable TV boom boxes noise everywhere.
I would classify this as a punishment, not pleasure.
What I found the most amazing was when the men got down to doing the cooking.
Got their panties in a wad could not find a knife - not one knife, of any description among the lot of them.
The one man said he though that his multitool had a blade.
He produced a bright yellow apparition with about a one-inch bit of tin protruding from the handle.
He pranced around highly pleased for having saved the day.
His audience um'd and aa'd, in dumbfounded admiration.
Heaven help us.
When I expressed my astonishment and alarm to my wife,
she spoke the only bit of sense I heard while we were there,
At least if they come here, they might stay away from the real camping areas.
I accept that its different strokes for different folks.
I may be out of touch but......what an experience.
I went to visit my daughter and her young family over the holidays.
They actually stay close by, but had gone camping.
Where I come from, going camping consisted of going somewhere out in the wild and roughing it, with a minimum of gear.
Maybe I was influenced by my training with the Special Forces in the 60s.
I was in for a shock.
I returned with the idea that half of the city of Melbourne had packed up all their belongings (as well as expensive designer camping gear), carted them 100 miles and then constructed a five star tent city with exactly the same neighbours as they live next to in the city next to them there.
To justify the expenditure on high price items like dirt bikes and Jet skis, they have to be used day and night 24 hours a day.
How could this be fun?
Portable TV boom boxes noise everywhere.
I would classify this as a punishment, not pleasure.
What I found the most amazing was when the men got down to doing the cooking.
Got their panties in a wad could not find a knife - not one knife, of any description among the lot of them.
The one man said he though that his multitool had a blade.
He produced a bright yellow apparition with about a one-inch bit of tin protruding from the handle.
He pranced around highly pleased for having saved the day.
His audience um'd and aa'd, in dumbfounded admiration.
Heaven help us.
When I expressed my astonishment and alarm to my wife,
she spoke the only bit of sense I heard while we were there,
At least if they come here, they might stay away from the real camping areas.
