Camping?

H really wants to take me camping, he thinks it would be fun.  Periodically when we revisit the topic, I remind him that we’ve already been camping.  What else do you call using an open air toilet?  H’s response is that when the open air toilet has plumbing (it did) and was in our private open air bathroom (yes, that may have been the case), it’s not called camping, it’s called staying at a luxury hotel.  Perhaps, but I do really like that form of camping.

Anyway I think it’s now a moot point because after waiting 48 hours for the leasing agent to send cleaners to our dirty rental (still hasn’t happened), I caved and took a really quick shower standing on my toes*.  Unfortunately I was unable to remove our single towel from the dryer (apparently it can’t be stopped mid-cycle), which meant that I dried myself using a paper towel.   I no longer have the paper towel plastic wrap or I would give a brand shout out for its absorbency but I do suggest that dirty shower + paper towel = camping.  Thoughts?

*No, flip flops are not considered essential luggage for an allocated 20 kilograms a person when moving to a cold, rainy location.  Biggest mistake ever.