The first night of the tour
was spent in a caravan
(the tents never
showed in time)
and there were 8 of us there
in a small space
cramped together on the floor
except for the Polish woman
who was older
and another dame
who was less fit
who slept on the two
narrow side beds
so we slept after an evening
in the base camp bar
and Dalya said
what a start
stuck in here cramped
and body near body
and out to the latrines
for the emptying of
and hey what did you
say your name was?
Benny
I said
well Benny
ain't this something?
yes not quite what
I had in mind
as the first night camping
but that's life I guess
it was early morning
and we'd woken
near each other
in the first crack of dawn
want to go out
for a smoke?
she asked
sure why not
so we crept over
sleeping bodies
and out the narrow door
and out into
the morning air
fresh and chilling
and lit up and smoked
looking at the base camp
at Bruges
and each other
I'm Dalya by the way
she said
good to meet you
I said
we walked
to the nearest shop
and bought bread rolls
and a couple of cokes
and began our day
sitting on a seat
waiting for the rest
of the group to wake
and begin the trip
and I looked at her
sitting there
dark haired
short of height
but pretty
and quite ****
but I didn't tell her so
just smoked
and exchanged a few tales
and rude jokes.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
The first night of the tour
was spent in a caravan
(the tents never
showed in time)
and there were 8 of us there
in a small space
cramped together on the floor
except for the Polish woman
who was older
and another dame
who was less fit
who slept on the two
narrow side beds
so we slept after an evening
in the base camp bar
and Dalya said
what a start
stuck in here cramped
and body near body
and out to the latrines
for the emptying of
and hey what did you
say your name was?
Benny
I said
well Benny
ain't this something?
yes not quite what
I had in mind
as the first night camping
but that's life I guess
it was early morning
and we'd woken
near each other
in the first crack of dawn
want to go out
for a smoke?
she asked
sure why not
so we crept over
sleeping bodies
and out the narrow door
and out into
the morning air
fresh and chilling
and lit up and smoked
looking at the base camp
at Bruges
and each other
I'm Dalya by the way
she said
good to meet you
I said
we walked
to the nearest shop
and bought bread rolls
and a couple of cokes
and began our day
sitting on a seat
waiting for the rest
of the group to wake
and begin the trip
and I looked at her
sitting there
dark haired
short of height
but pretty
and quite ****
but I didn't tell her so
just smoked
and exchanged a few tales
and rude jokes.
A BOY AND GIRL BEGINNING A CAMPING TOUR IN 1974.
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