home

Home is where the Heart is.

I am finally back from ECP. Apparently Mom likes to have random BBQ/stayovers at ECP and every single time we go there guess what happens. It rains. Oh how we love the rain, the constant drips and drops, the pattering it makes on the roofs of our tents. And how uncontrollably cold we shiver, how wet we all get.

But seriously. I don't mix well with the rain. Cycling was good. Cycling there was even better. Cycling/walking back, best. And that was the highlight of the whole expedition.

The rain ruined it all. Again. Thanks ah.

rock on
no results, not yet