The last time I went camping was in December 2008. I remember it well. The reason I remember when it was is because I had my annual case of “Hundred Day Cough.” Every year for the last five, from about November to February, I get sick, and cough. A LOT. I can’t breath e sometimes. I go to the doctor, who give me antibiotics, and all sorts of things. Nothing helps, and when the course is finished, I get sick again. They do tests, and prescribe stronger stuff, and still it persists. I get used to the fact that I am going to have to buy cough mixture pretty much non-stop until Valentine’s Day. Last year they told me that if I didn’t get better soon, they were going to have to test me for Drug Resistant Tuberculosis, which was doing the rounds at that time.
And I was coughing a lot that weekend. I took two bottles of cough mixture, just in case.
Nevertheless, I decided that if I was going to cough all December, I might as well do it in the most beautiful camp-site in the world. See the pictures? They don’t do it credit. This place is out in the middle of nowhere, miles from the nearest town, and it is awesome.
On the first night, we made the biggest fire we could find, and burned it until late that night; because one of the cool things about this site is the fact that just up the hill is a fruit orchard, belonging to the owners of the camp site, and there is enough dead wood there to burn a fire non-stop all year. IT. IS. AWESOME!
I went with the members of my cell group, and it was a really good time to just “chill” and get over the year that was soon to end. Even my persistent cough was not enough to put me off, although by the end of the first day I was drinking that cough mixture straight from the bottle.
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