28/08/2003
Out of Africa

Life's not bad if you avoid what's there be avoided.

So I spend my weekend days at the camping site, while everybody is at the beach.
Late afternoon -when the thermal effect is at it's max- I get out for a nice hour of windsurfing, some socializing with the French and a good night of rest close the beach. This is how I escape from the horror of weekend nights at the camping site.

Horror indeed.
Just imagine 2 seriously overweighted Britisch -Gibraltar probably- twens, sisters or lesbo lovers who cares, in a Wrangler Jeep. Of course they don't know to handle it on the steep camping road, so they wrecked part of the stone wall, hey, that's what jeeps are made for.
On the evening of their arrival they thoroughly tested their car stereo. So half of the camping site enjoyed the complete Cher and Beatles. Brittania still rules the waves!

To protect their precious fat layers from burning away, these lovely girls faithfully drive down to the reception -a five minutes walk- and back up again.
To protect their lucious flesh from dangerous insects, they stay safely behind a net.
Can't be carefull enough in the wilderness, especially with Africa being so close.

Meanwhile I'm still waiting for my first mosquito bite, even the one that sounded like a dentist's drill wouldn't bite me in my van last night.