At last – the tent arrives
“My lorry is too big! It is 30 tons and the roads in this **** town are too small.” The voice of a very stressed delivery man from the Netherlands shrilled down the phone. After about forty minutes of him shrieking from different unknown locations around town, Mr Netherlands declared he was abandoning the delivery and heading to Spain where his girlfriend lived. Noooooo! After waiting two months for the tent and getting alarmingly close to our departure date, we had to get our hands on it. When it did finally arrive, getting our hands on it was more difficult than I had imagined. Over 100kg and enormous, it took a pully system from wrapped around our bed and out of our bedroom window to actually lift the thing onto the roof. With the weight of us inside it, as well, there might be a great groaning as Kabylie concertina’s beneath us as we slumber.