Name me a diva, but I'm done with camping

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We all have a certain picture of ourselves: a feeling for who we are, what we like and what not, our strengths and our weaknesses. If I asked you to call three good and three bad things about yourself, you could probably do it with

My positive properties are that I am determined, imaginative and loyal. On the other hand, I find it negative that I am stubborn, ambitious and impatient. Hundreds are smaller between these six large properties: as I am not delayed, as I don't like to share my food, as I don't see a film before I have read the book.

having a self -image is neither unique nor interesting. It is interesting when you learn that you are wrong about yourself. For example, if you ask me if I am something like Meredith from The Parent Trap ...

I would say: "Of course not. I'm outside! I have the pictures to prove it! '

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My self -image tells me that I am adventurous and close to nature and that after a refreshing bath in this stream at the end of the path, I make myself comfortable to laze around on the open fire. After our last camping round (in San Agustin, Colombia), however, I recognized the truth, namely that I don't like to be outside and do not feel comfortable when I put around with pond foam in my hair.

The truth is, I hate camping. I tried to like it, I really have. After a shaky start, Peter and I were still in a few times, but it made me unhappy. Camping is like a thousand shear cuts: I want to sit outside, but I find caterpillars on my leg, I want to cook something and find a crab in the pan, I want to take a shower, but find two monolithic beetles in it, I want to go to the toilet, but it looks like silence of the lambs, no cannibals).

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Fortunately, I am no longer afraid of spiders (more on this next week), but I am still afraid of death from beetles. I also like showering at night, feeling clean and sleeping in a real bed. To anticipate it: I look like this and feel when I stay in a beautiful place (January 2015).

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This is how I look and feel on camping (February 2015).

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And so I refuse to continue doing it - I'm done with camping. I know it's cheap and I know that Peter loves it and I know that he has been wearing a 2 kg tent on his back for six months, but I hate it. I wouldn't have him looked at him in Seattle for three days in a row, so he can't let me do that.

call me a diva, if you like, tell me that I am not a "real" backpacker or that I miss it to achieve an arbitrary yardstick of the outdoor cult. I'm over it.

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