　おいしい！

Monday, September 04, 2006

Aloha! The four goons are back. More adventures of the four goons at the camping site!

At the grocery store, acting like goons. Don't we look like characters out of Dickens?

So we left Mont-St-Michel and went to buy some groceries for the night and drove one more hour to Granville where the campsite is. It's amazing. There were many caravans and tents there and it's obviously the kind of leisure camping site equipped with excellent facilities! People set up mini marquees for them to eat breakfast, drink their tea, or just simply sit in the open, enjoying the fresh air and reading the morning paper. There were a mini playground for the children, toilets and shower rooms for the campers to bathe in.

The other caravans

As I advanced further with the rest of the gang, I saw something from a distance.

Hm...wonder what it can be?

Close up (Tada! Our territory)

In the caravan

I was ready to give up bathing as it was 9+ pm and getting too cold. However, since being stinko was not in one of my options, I went along with jess and was greeted with pleasing conditions.

The toilets and showers were clean and there was hot water. One learns to appreciate hot water a lot over here! I'm really a toilet person. Think of it as a figure of speech. The toilet makes or breaks the place that I am visiting. Being greeted by a shower with warm water already makes me warm fuzzy enough to give the campsite a good appraisal.

Fresh from the shower, we cosied up in the warm caravan, waiting for our sumptuous dinner!

Kiba cooking spaghetti bolog

Dishing up the dish!

Happy faces

After our sumptuous dinner, greg insisted to take a walk on the beach. I thought he was kidding as it must have been 11+ pm and all I wanted to do was to hibernate in the warm caravan. But bros-in-law are always pesky. Thus I was dragged out with the lot.

It was windy, windy, windy! Cold, cold, cold! Teeth-chatteringly cold! The sea breeze... well, I will not even call it a breeze! It was so strong! Nonetheless, the sky was beautiful, beautiful, beautifull! Littered with stars and really really nice!

Armed with a torch, we made our way to the beach and set off fireworks that we had brought along with us! So cool! So many first times for me! Setting off fireworks on our own. Seeing and going into a caravan, not to mention sleeping in it for the night. Camping under the french starry skies in their wonderful campsite. It was no training camp at all. Did I mention that Jess' dad set up a fridge there? Cold orange juices. What more can one ask for?

It was far from the camping days of maggi mees, canned food and red or green bean soup. However, the memories of training camps of the past are nothing but very fond ones. The companions were different. The contexts were different. Around the campfire, outdoor cooking, backwoodsman. Ahhh.. those were the days. Memories of the past and more memories are going to be made. Life is beautiful.

10:11 am　うまい！Y