Camping in Style

When I was sixteen I spent ten days camping in the African bush without toilets or showers. When I was twenty-four I camped my way up to the Yukon staying at plumbing-less campsites. Point being, I can do the roughing it thing and I can enjoy it, but not so deep down I’m a girly girl whose heart flutters at the idea of “glamping” (for reference:  glam + camping = glamping).

I was introduced to this idea of glamping (who comes up with these names?) during my search for beautiful tent interiors. Want to see what I mean?

This beautiful African safari tent may not keep out the lions but it defintly oozes relaxed style.

This beautiful African safari tent may not keep out the lions but it definitely oozes relaxed style.

You won't be getting jiggy with it in this tent but it would offer an incredible view of the stars.

Privacy might be a challenge with this tent but it would offer an incredible view of the stars.

Glamping for the whole family.

Glamping for the whole family.

All this is missing is a mosquito net over the bed. I would be eaten alive.

All this is missing is a mosquito net over the bed. I would be eaten alive.

I'm not sure if you can even call this a tent but I'm sure it is the epitomy of glamping.

The epitome of glamping. If it can even be considered a tent.

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Rather impressive, though a bit overboard for four nights with the fam. What do you think? Do you fancy a glamp trip?

For reference, this is what the inside of our tent will be looking like come Wednesday:

Pack and play and all (though minus the random baby).

Pack and play and all (though minus the random baby).

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