The art of camping
Camping art goes back to ancient Egypt, when the Pharaohs walked around in clean little houses on wagons drawn by bulls or humans as such. The prairie in the United States was conquered by rolling "house on wheels" with whole families. In modern times, that is, the last hundred years, the spare time on wheels has become almost allemannseie. Our staff member has philosophized a little over developments and shares his experiences through many years of camping with the readers of the Bobil and Caravan Magazine.
The man who sold us the first caravan said warned that the one who gets into the campsite base never gets well again. But he failed to tell that the art of camping is lifelong learning. The camp folks are a strange group, composed of people from the most diverse societies and professional groups. In the tribe there are two kinds, the resident and the nomads. We have belonged to the nomads since the late seventies. With these, it begins to move in the dragon early in the spring. The family has calculated a number of ferry prices in terms of mileage and routes.
The nomads alternate between short-lived fun in their own district and long expeditions to other counties and countries. They lack nothing. Hot and cold water, gas stove, microwave, toilet and shower, single bed or double bed, TV and fridge and gas stove. But the art of camping is not about making life as comfortable as possible with the most possible installations. We have switched between car and trolley, trolley and tent, all at its price and time and with many advantages and disadvantages, and we have always felt at home in this continental people movement.
Experience has taught us that the fortunes of the moment will turn into a good story - as when we, as peaches in the subject, overestimated own powers and 1100 kilo wagon were to be latched into place. We missed the muscular power of light unaccompanied on the maiden voyage to Basque Country. The wagon could end up in the head of three Spanish women by the wash basins on the terrace below us. Shaky, the beginner looked beyond Biscaya, while the black-dressed ladies washed up the sink and drove home, unaware of the disaster that did not happen.
For holy reason
Feriefri is enhanced by the freedom the campers have on their way, freedom to settle in Hallingdal or along the Swedish coast. The phase is also in coming to new campsites with new neighbors. We embrace us for a couple of weeks in an international brotherhood consisting of jewish brits, oxygen dane, silent Dutchmen, gentle Germans - and Norwegians who have enough with themselves. We realized early that carriage by car is not easy, but trials make champion - until the proud. Outside one of England's most famous cathedrals, our turn-around ended in solid granite. The builder had made the door of the cathedral wide and the gate, but did not take into account the new car caravans on the way. It is believed that we got the bulk behind on holy ground.
Being on the go is to seek out challenges, such as positioning yourself smartly in a free-choice space. One night or two is uncomplicated, but it's always waving the minds of them - maybe this is the dream place, maybe we'll be out this week. The cart or car should be placed out of a number of conflicting considerations, shade the sun on the southern latitudes and in the midnight sunshine rich in the magic you've driven all these miles to enjoy.
In our first carriage (Sprite) the toilet was a plastic bucket with lid. The bucket was often full. We had planted legs on the edge of the world's most famous campsite. We walked with our pickled giggling in the hand, but never found the required empty space in the dark. We desperately maneuvered into the men's room and just as we were to commit our sin, loosened the handle. The bucket slammed on the tiled floor. The contents spread like a floating blanket in the corridor outside. The Norwegians went on the next day. Paris always gives you memories.
Freedom of choice
The art of camping is also to meet the correct arrival time at the next campsite. The nomads have learned that it is not good to start late, drive far and think that you will arrive early. It is easiest to find the ideal place in the morning when many have traveled their way and before the trek sets in the afternoon. The disadvantage of camping is that you can not choose your neighbors, while the advantage is that you can turn the tail lights back to both space and people if the kids are mistaken or those on the neighboring side make up too much of them.
Know the pulse
Waiting for a day trip with long driving on hot days, then stand up like a German, that is, the gate will open immediately. Sten heat can easily suffocate all well-being. It's going to be nice along the way, watching the avalanche avenues of cars and motor homes, sensing the extent of this distinctive culture. Landscapes change from cities to villages, farmland alternates with forests, after fjords follow mountain transitions, everything becomes pieces in the puzzle that grows to this year's holiday memories.
For the nomads in this diverse tribe, the art of camping is actually a coherent compromise. Should we choose the same space and route this year too, or try new routes and regions? Should we drive far or be as calm as possible? The "statistics" show us briefly one year and the next time. But it must be admitted that it is now a good time to return to a place where you know a little about the living conditions and everyday tasks of the inhabitants. You get to know the baker and familiar with the supermarket's shortcomings and advantages. And then it was beautiful, always, according to the holiday pictures. The freelance tourist seeks his dilemma, enclosed in big cities or in the desert where the campsite is the only sign of life.
Destinations at home or abroad, free choice, the net is the dreams theater for this tribe. But camping is not in a competition for most miles, the most expensive car or the longest car. The campsite traveler is never taught for the same problem and challenges rarely resemble. New experience is gained every single year. Something happens with the tent, the car, the carriage, the brakes, the neighbors, the cows on the highways or the course on the Norwegian crown. The art of camping is to accept that unprepared events are best tackled with an open mind, even when the roof cover begins to leak, or you get rid of propane in a country no one uses such. Then it's first to say to yourself, home again, this will be a fun story. The unforeseen is a bit of the price we pay for free, we strike the course on the Google Maps and throw away with the lady in the GPS as a leader.
Shower without doors
When the iron curtain fell, we finally got the curiosity, what was hidden from the treasures behind this invisible and impenetrable carpet? We were out before the airborne hordes went to Prague and Berlin on cheap tickets. It was also mistrustful things to camp in dismissed GDR and what once called Czechoslovakia. We brought with us the first cleaning yard. Today is this memory. Service was totally absent. We lay in place with indescribably dirty toilets and showers without doors and ceilings, but all that negative was tempered by the local people's beautiful tradition of sanctifying and gathering around a dense bonfire. Women and men drank beer in incomprehensible amounts.
Our only trip across the iron curtain went to Poland while Solidarity was still forbidden and you traded Coca Cola and other so-called Western goods in the wavy dollar stores. At home, was it fun to tell about these stores while you in the scene asked yourself that the people find themselves in such a way? Half a year later, the wall fell, the iron curtain evaporated and the nomad became a sort of time witness. The art of camping is also getting out of time, whether the goal lies in or out of sight.
The smell of ignition fluid
Caravan potting is important when the dusk period is dwarfed over land and people. This is the hour to stroll along the paths inside the square, conversation or tie, comment on low-key and smart tips. The promenade is not the result of simple picking, the hiker is just curious about camping and life. We achieved a lot of curious looks when we camped in our Toyota vans with green signs, and in Germany you can quickly collect a dozen "Guten Abend" in the evening round. The mosquito sums up as you sum up experiences from the beach and shops, museums and cathedrals. It smells of liquorice and killed beef from the neighbor's barbeque. The nomad is not crowded, it's entertainment enough to look at the last arrivals that in adjoining dark strive to park so they bring the most of the allocated land.
Can the art
We mimic the combicamp epoch while we put the deckchair backwards. At that time, the art of camping was to boil Toro soup on gas blast, regardless of weather and wind direction. Now the carriage is sitting under the awning and looks at the development, this line of wagons with and without mover and satellite dish, and bobiles with moped on the "bike stand", all with the front out after order from the official guard. Over the edge of a plastic glass filled with red wine (from Lidl), he once again recognizes the vibrations of this peculiar and multinational community. Nomaden believes that he has learned the art of camping.
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