The Camping
Waking up after the first night in the tent was a little bit of a shock to the system – with only yoga mats to sleep on and sarongs for sheets it was hard on the body however after long paddles each day sleep would come easy over the next two weeks.
The freedom of being able to camp wherever we wanted felt great as with just a little two man tent we could fit on the tiniest of beaches and coves. From beaches where we set up camp right on the waters edge, literally able to dip our toes out of the tent door into the water, to pine tree forests in the shade amongst olive groves which sprawled down to the sea. Camping on the beach meant most nights we would swim in the dusk and the dark, the air being so warm you would dry off in no time, lying on the beach watching the night sky before getting into the cosy tent and falling asleep to the sound of lapping waves. The morning view when unzipping the tent never failed to astound us. Beautiful pink early morning skies, the calm morning ocean and once even a little octopus slowly scuttling by right at the waters edge. I don’t think I have seen so many dramatic sunsets and sunrises in such a short space of time.
