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Date: 26 December 2003 11:24:30
As of soon, I will have no internet for 11 days! Argh! Conversation. With people. For almost two weeks! Oh I hope there are some nice surly Christians on the team to be friends with me! Why on earth is my screen name yay when I am so surly? Lots of Surl just doesn't have the same ring...
Beach mission. I like the idea of it (as a cook that is - if I had to sing songs and play games with children... er... well... I don't do kids). I enjoy it once I'm there. But at this time, 7 hours before leaving, I just want to stay home. This is true of most trips I take I guess. Except the ones that I don't enjoy. In those cases, I don't want to go the night before AND hate it while I'm there!
I have decided on using the washing basket method of packing. My friend pioneered this, as far as I know. It involves a washing basket. You get everything you're taking and throw it in the washing basket. Packing complete - and you can see where everything is thanks to the plastic meshy construction of the basket (although you hide undies and stuff in the centre... unless you want to flaunt them). Then, at the end of the camp, you throw everything back in the basket and it's all ready to go into the washing machine on arrival at home!
Another camping method pioneered by the washing basket friend is the shower backpack. This system involves a backpack with all your showering needs in it - towel, clothes, nice body wash, shampoo, 20c pieces, razor etc which is dedicated to showering. So, at 10:30pm when you decide that a shower would be nice, you just pick up your backpack and walk a kilometre to the shower in the dark past all the lucky gits who only have to walk half a km to the shower. Alternatively you could walk to the other showers which are only a few hundred metres away. But they aren't as good. The only maintenance required is to replace the clean change of clothes in there once you get back to your tent.
Right. Well. Now it's less than 7 hours til I have to go and I still have to sleep and stuff. And make my washing basket presentable. And pack my shower backpack. Not necessarily in that order. Oh I hate getting up before dawn!
Farewell! Wish me luck as I traipse off to the relative wilderness of the south coast. Pray that there will be no bushfires, snakes or burnt dinners!