Into the wild

As promised, we found ourselves camping with the best people ever on the South Island. I wish I had photos that I could upload or show, but unfortunately I don't. Or rather, the ones that should exist should never end up on the Internet, but will only be secretly given away under the table on birthdays, as a joke and a reminder of a great time.

I'll keep it short.

Washing in the river, eating with a Bunsen burner, bread with oil and salt, more alcohol than water, drinking games, laughter, something salty and chocolatey, energy drinks and something to smoke, 8 people in a 2-person tent, sitting in the river with camping chairs and drinking cold beer, a Danish girl that no one wants to speak English with, sunburn in late summer, making new friends, starry sky and red wine stains. I want to go back to that night.