Questa è Enida

We went camping when Be was home a week and a half ago. Nowhere too far. We went camping in our backyard. Be was mengemasing the under-the-staircase storage area one morning looking for stuff for our yard sale (macam main kedai-kedai je). It was then that he saw the tent. We have been talking about going camping for many moons dah pun. But tak terpegi-pegi. I am a pretty laid-back person when it comes to living a back-to-basic life. Frankly speaking, I can kais-mengais and then cangkung-mencangkung anywhere at any time. Then, happily I would kambus-mengambus. No qualms.

But not Be. He went and bought a portable potty chair, aka (plastic) mangkuk jamban recently just because he simply can’t go eau naturel. To the point that I had to take his blood pressure one time because he was under so much stress designing an out-house. He literally spent one afternoon shopping around tengok kalau ada orang jual ‘partition boards’ that he can build a cubicle out of, for a jamban to use when we go camping. He so lah cannot melakukan itu secara semulajadi.

The timing wasn’t quite right either for us to go camping baru-baru ni. My class was at the tenth week, meaning…final exams and such. Memarekek papers time for yours truly. And Be had to focus on his MOR post-hunting as well. So, we took the road less traveled. We camped where there was none ever camped before. Our backyard.

We wandered and wondered no more about how we were to find the camping ground and the middle ground for our differences. We – especially Kitreena – were happy campers sleeping under the stars for a week singing The Happy Wanderer…

Val-deriiiiii
Val-deraaaaaa
Val-deriiiiii
Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-deriiiiii
Val-deraaaaaa
My knapsack on my back…(yard).