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?
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:
