Cider, crisps, and things taking a turn for the worse.

Nothing makes Hamroast happier than camping! Well, when Sarah has a bottle of cider, Tom has wine and a packet of Salt and Vinegar, we enter an almost Zen like state of Nirvana. The campsite is completely open, the stars are incredible, the sunset through the flat topped acacias one of the best we‘ve ever seen. Everyone was getting along well, then at about 10pm, the American lady in our group appeared outside our tent, and said:


‘Tom and Sarah, you can stop this now, I don’t have to put up with you talking about me and I won’t stand for it’

Considering we’d been drunkenly discussing the safety of peeing outside the tent, this was a bit of a shock. Sarah went out to ask what was going on but she refused to talk to us. So we went to bed, thinking we’d sort it out in the morning. We were wrong.