13.02.2012 22 °C
Tent pegs – a fiend or a friend - please discuss! Having almost broken his toe stubbing his tent pegs in the dark I’m sure our Swiss companion would disagree but I’m happy to say he’s now making a full recovery though that wouldn’t be the case for our midnight visitors if we managed to catch them in the act. Curious? Well then let me proceed. Returning to our tents following a group dinner late one evening we noticed in the dark that most of the pegs had been removed and carefully dumped in a pile by one of the tents. Annoyed by the stupidity of the act we duly replaced the pegs and settled down for the evening. Waking the next morning we noted that once again we had been paid a visit during the evening…..naturally enough our suspicions centered on the quiet 80 year old man camped by the lake side……as we warmed ourselves up that cold morning at the prospect of forming a lynch mob we spied the familiar sign of another overlander truck tucked away behind the trees……the penny finally dropped! Our suspicions were confirmed later that morning as our driver was approached by a rather sheepish looking tour leader…..Having broken the unwritten rule of camping they were now fair game….as we amused ourselves inventing ever more sophisticated ways of revenge ranging from turning tents into swimming pools and reversing the fly sheets we learnt that they had decided to leave and head north! A very smart move indeed!