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We camped down the first night in some old caravan sleeping bags everywhere outside Bruges next morning we wake up all cramped up and annoyed where are our tents meant to be set up? Dalya asks the guide says got held up just rang them be here soon he tells her have breakfast in the bar and wait there so we do 8 of us 4 young males and females have coffee and pancakes and a smoke what a joke Dalya says we walk out together walk about the camp site you're Benny? She asks me yes that's right what a crowd for camping a mother and daughter some teacher from Southend some Yorkshire girl loud mouth and Aussie and the guide Dalya says do we share two a tent? I ask her same sexes she replies so I'm with Yorkshire lass I suppose Aussie's yours she tells me the teacher's with the guide at the next base camp place I like her her spirit her tight curls and dark hair and small bust we walk back to the old caravan for our bags and our stuff keep with me Dalya says and we'll see how it goes at the next camping site and maybe she whispers we can share a whole night.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
OUTSIDE BRUGES 1974.
We camped down the first night in some old caravan sleeping bags everywhere outside Bruges next morning we wake up all cramped up and annoyed where are our tents meant to be set up? Dalya asks the guide says got held up just rang them be here soon he tells her have breakfast in the bar and wait there so we do 8 of us 4 young males and females have coffee and pancakes and a smoke what a joke Dalya says we walk out together walk about the camp site you're Benny? She asks me yes that's right what a crowd for camping a mother and daughter some teacher from Southend some Yorkshire girl loud mouth and Aussie and the guide Dalya says do we share two a tent? I ask her same sexes she replies so I'm with Yorkshire lass I suppose Aussie's yours she tells me the teacher's with the guide at the next base camp place I like her her spirit her tight curls and dark hair and small bust we walk back to the old caravan for our bags and our stuff keep with me Dalya says and we'll see how it goes at the next camping site and maybe she whispers we can share a whole night.
A BOY AND GIRL CAMPING TRIP IN BELGIUM 1974
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
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