Thanks oldnick for reminding me of the endless bell-end jokes from scout camps as a kid!
We were in a lovely campsite in the black forest this summer - think we were the only English family there, possibly one other for a couple of nights. My 9 year old daughter was adopted by a big crew of feral, smiley and generally awesome Dutch kids ranging from about 6-15, and spent hours a day by the pool, playground and in the river with them... I think we'll be back with bikes (and an e-bike for my wife) in the next year or 2.
Only real issue is my shame at the ridiculously poor state of my Dutch and German, probably at about the same level as the 6 year olds'! I can get by in French, but seem to have forgotten everything other than food in German and only know a few useless phrases in Dutch. Dua Lingo/Babel here I come.
We had the enthusiastic early rising dad who would shout out to the rest of the family every morning thet the "scraaammbbllled eeeeeggss" were ready at 8.00 am every morning !! It was reminiscent of good morning Vietnam.
8.00 ams not early 🙂
Bloke seemed pleasant enough but one morning while eating our breakfast he wandered over to near our tent holding a hammer, crouched down next to a molehill, waited a few minutes and then proceeded to bludgeon to death a mole while we looked on aghast. He mumbled “I hate moles” and then wondered back to his tent…
Omg this is so traumatic!
The group of pissed women - told to be quiet 3 times by the site owner- loudly reassuring themselves at 3am that using large tampons doesn't mean that you have a big fanny.
Im certainly the loon on this site. Everone else has massive caravans , campervans or huge canvas bungalows. Then there is me. Bicycle and mountain tent
Im certainly the loon on this site.
That's some achievement according to this thread!
