Kiwis love to go camping!
I think I can actually count with both hands the amount of times I have been camping in my life until today. It's not that Germans don't like it - just my family didn't. I guess that's what you get for growing up with your mom only. Adding my fear of spiders und dislike of bugs I've come to the conclusion long ago that I'm just not made for camping.
Well, now that I'm in New Zealand I'd better get over it. Because Kiwis LOVE camping. Most of them anyway... So last weekend Daniel and I joined four of our mates and went on a short adventure. And you know what? Apart from me burning my lip trying to roast a marshmellow on the bonfire (don't ask me how I did that...) AND the fact that there was no "proper" toilet - just a longdrop (Plumpsklo) - I actually enjoyed it.
We went for a swim, got ourselves a free mud-treatment and feasted on all the yummy food we had brought along. Roasted potatoes, steaks, roasted marshmellows, chocolate covered heated bananas and then baked beans, bacon and eggs for breakfast. I think I gained two kilogramms in just 24 hours ;-/ Better get back to my fitness programm now...