16 September 2010 : Written by A Camping Ninja
Sometimes no matter how hard you try you just cannot escape the facts. Much to my disgust I will soon be back at work. So to prepare myself and in an attempt to minimise the almost inevitable culture shock I will no doubt experience when I'm back on the underground, commuting to and from work instead of being here - my preferred choice of being above ground in the open air and daylight and preferably camping - I've got Eric on board to help me prepare by zipping and unzipping the tent door and saying 'mind the doors, mind the doors, mind the closing doors' while I run in and out of the tent trying not to get an arm, leg, head or shoe caught in the closing doorway, which does so often happen on the busy tubes during rush hour.
The rest I can cope with. Standing on one leg like a flamingo inside the train because there's only space available for one more foot to be on the ground is fine for me. I'm a ninja. In fact it's not all that different to the flamingo ninja move I've spent years perfecting my balance for. All the same though, why spend time imitating a feathery, pink bird on a train if you don't have to? The camping lifestyle definitely gets my vote.
Now before I loose concentration and potentially an arm too I must get back to my dodge the closing door antics. I'd better let Eric know too, that that there'll be no need to for us to go through a practice of me having my face squashed up in someone's sweaty armpit. That can't be good for friend and house mate relations!