21 July 2010 : Written by A Camping Ninja
We moved on from our campsite this afternoon and after having driven for a couple of hours en route to our next campsite, we had the conversation about whether or not anybody had remembered packing Eric's bed into the boot. No one had. We'd accidentally left the bed on the roof of the ninja wagon and driven off!
With the bed long gone and after a long journey of Eric fretting about having to sleep on one of the roll mats, thinking that it was going to be like sleeping on a rock, we arrived at our new campsite.
Night was drawing in and the bed fiasco still very much remained a fiasco! So we set up to play a quick game of short straws and stick (because we didn't have quite enough straws in the camping kit for one each) to settle it fair and square and see who would get the comfiest blow up camping bed tonight and for the rest of our stay, and who would be the less fortunate ones with the roll mats...
A full moon and a hooting owl. Lucky for some ninja's I thought, but would I be one of them? Only time would tell. The last straw was drawn. The straws compared. Moments of tension, followed by further moments of tension. But yes, I'd got it, the longest straw! This little Camping Ninja had won his right to sleep on the air bed, fair and square.
A classic ninja celebration followed - me dancing the traditional ninja two step. It wasn't very fancy or sophisticated but I wasn't worried. The air bed was mine and the roll mats were for the others.
As I snuggled up comfortably on my air bed to sleep, looking out through the tent window and watching the stars twinkling in the night sky, the shadow of the lucky hooting owl passed over the shape of the glowing, full moon. An eclipse of ninja good fortune.
And then off to sleep. Zzz.