Even though someone may have once referred to me as “the girl from the land of the hippie love”, I was gutted when we reached the surf camp. At first glance, the thought that popped into my head was, “Damn, I’ve just landed in a hippie commune!” I may have repeated this several times out loud over the two days but that’s either here nor there. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying its a bad thing…I’m just saying that its something that is totally and utterly devastating to me. Don’t know why but the word princess keeps coming to mind right about now.
You see, I was at the stage where I was tired of slumming it and just needed a touch of luxury and unfortunately, the surf camp was just not the place. Not only were there spiders (huge spiders!) but everything felt a little too grungy and dirty to be sanitary…in my humble opinion and word to the wise, its best to not ask me about the leftover reside on the dishes. Anyway, I’m sure it was just my overactive imagination once again but it felt like b.o was wafting through the air as I was eaten alive by the insects roaming about in the night sky. ICK!
Time to board the bus couldn’t have come quick enough and thankfully I was out of what could only be described as my personal hell before it all took a turn for the worse. This place is great for what its there for but sadly, I just didn’t have the “ump” left in me to dig deep and find a way to enjoy it.