Lying on the grass, leisurely gazing at the night sky full of stars, with the distant calls of owls echoing from the forest, softly enveloped by nature for a night—that's what I thought camping would be like.
But I was wrong. Camping on a rainy night, even after downing almost half a bottle of whiskey, couldn’t keep the cold away. The whole night was freezing, and even though I snuggled up close to the navigator, holding her tight, I still couldn’t fall asleep. Instead of sleep, hunger seemed to linger, as if it had never left. (Even though I had just eaten a sandwich a few hours ago.)
"What else do we have to eat?"
"What do you want?"
"Instant noodles sound good."
"Seafood or curry?"
"I can actually choose? Then I'll go with curry."
躺在草地上帶著愜意看著整晚星空，耳邊傳來森林裡帶有距離的貓頭鷹叫聲，鬆軟的包裹在大自然的環境裡過上一晚，我以為的露營大概是這樣。
然而我錯了，下雨天的露營，即使喝了快半瓶的威士忌也阻擋不了的寒冷。整個晚上冷得不得了，我挨緊著領航員，抱著她也還是夜不成眠，而睡意還沒出現之前，飢餓卻彷彿從未離開過。（明明幾小時前才吃了三明治）
「我們還有什麼吃的？」
「你想吃什麼。」
「杯麵好像不錯。」
「海鮮還是咖哩。」
「居然有得挑，那我要咖哩。」
1022 我的CAMP
