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.

Late Night Tesco

H and I had a really fun midnight trip to Tesco the other night for beer, sponges and disinfectant.  We really enjoyed people watching to see who else shops at that hour on a Monday night.  Thankfully we had a hot pizza to eat the car before going into the store; otherwise we might have missed the dozen or so loitering ‘almost 18s’ who were waiting for the 18 year old friends to exit the store with booze / already drinking with their 18 year old friends in the parking lot.  Awesome way to make me feel young again.

We also enjoyed the older man checking out behind us with a shopping cart overflowing with potato chips and ramen.  Seriously?  I think we can all guess what he had been doing earlier that evening.  Then there were the people picking up soda and chocolate, probably on the way to their own night shifts, not so entertaining.  Lastly, we had the twenty something year old couple who appeared to actually be doing their weekly shopping trip.  That was fairly depressing; I almost went over to them to remind them that Tesco does deliver.  H may or may not have accidentally thwacked one of them with our shopping basket though so I felt it was better to keep my distance.

All I can say is that Tesco > Carrefour for late night grocery shopping.  Carrefour was always out of milk late at night but Tesco was fully stocked.  The real trump card though is that unlike Qatar’s Carrefour, Tesco sells all kinds of alcohol.  Now if only the beer was refrigerated, late night grocery shopping would have the potential to be the perfect date night.