The campsite owner was just shutting up the office when I arrived.
‘You’re in the red tipi. You’re here’, she said, circling a spot on a map, ‘here’s the kitchen, the bathrooms, the pool. And there’s your tipi. Is it just you?’
‘Yep, just me’.
I wished I’d said ‘No, a friend is coming later’, but the words had jumped out of my mouth and she’d written a bold, black 1 on the form that I was to hang outside the tipi.
Too late. Don’t overthink the safety implications.
At the tipi I went in to explore. There was a double bed, a sofa, a single bed, a table. Stand-up space. Electrics. Call this camping? Pah! But maybe there is something to this new craze of glamping it up. Keep an open mind.
I tried the light. It didn’t work.
‘Do you have a spare bulb?’ I asked, back at reception, now barred closed. She brought out a new light.
Back at camp I plugged it in. It didn’t work. I scouted around outside for cables leading to plug points and, you know, I managed to sort it out. By myself.
I settled on down to an evening of thoughts and writing, of cooking instant noodles in the base of a perculator because I’d not brought any pots or pans, of perching a chair on a rotting wooden platform outside of my tipi and looking past the red glow of my tent, up through the bare branches at a waxing moon whilst I sipped on a camping cup of wine and ate mi goring. And I was content.
$55, apparently, can buy you such a moment.
Tomorrow I’d get back on the ferry, cross back over the Richmond River, head back to Ballina. For now, though, I was taking a break from share house headspins and expat aches and busy-ness. It was back to just me and upgraded basics, for a moment.
4 responses to “Solo glamping(ish)”
That sounds like a fantastic getaway from everything even if it’s just for a night. I may have to borrow your idea!
Grab what adventure you can, when you can, hey?! Previously I might have scoffed at labelling this anything close to travel or adventure, but you know, I still got those bubbles of excitement, I still went off and explored and did something new. Let me know how you go.
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Oh, dear wanderluster, I have missed so much. I have been in the midst of my move and mot able to settle down and read your fabulous posts in what seems like forever. But, here I sit. Beer in hand. Smiling as I click through your blog and vicariously living through your adventures. Thank you, as always, for sharing your little moments, reflections, and journey.
~ Liz xx
Good to hear from you. I hope that your latest adventure into a new home and life is full of fun and sparkle and inspiration… and that any difficult moments only give you more fuel to keep growing and writing and sharing YOUR life moments, reflections and journeys.
Thanks for your kind words, as always. Enjoy the coffee shop tasting/testing.