We write this episode as potentially our last. A storm has hit and we have very real fears that we will die, rubber thongs have been worn on feet as a storm precaution and a stroke of setup brilliance means were not under a tree. Within minutes we went from ‘too hot to sit in the tent’ to ‘put everything inside to weigh the tent down’, while we used Alex’s wedge heels to hammer the tent down better.
Plans to go to the pub to ride the storm out were abandoned after witnessing our neighbour’s tent flip over with him in it, we had to stay and protect our tiny home. We thought we needed to tighten our grip to the earth, before running to the campsite bar for some wine to ride the storm out with. We refuse to be sober when we get lift off.
Emergency storm management rules and protocol have been established;
1. Grab a shoe with sturdy heel and secure tent ropes
2. Source some alcohol in case it is going to be a long night
3. Tenting duo to sit to the left as the right hand side blows in too much
4. Packs at one end to weigh down and stay dry
5. Brace position to be taken in times of questionable tent survival – legs stretched out supporting other wall
6. In the event of tent death, the favoured method of burial at the moment is sarcophagus from the Altes Museum Berlin. Picture of this can be sourced from our holiday snaps.
With our 3.5kg home, 120cm x 180cm, anchored we have wine, pretzels and a Mexican fiesta playlist on in stormy Stuttgart.
All stations to stand down (and the irony of standing down in a tent you can’t stand up in) after only an hour – all is calm and its time to head to the pub to have beer and discuss survival techniques for the future.
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