Sharing a caravan site with Schlem, sitting out eating corn on the cob on your plastic plates, watching him trim his fungal toenails.
Then having got there, they stick the tiny TV on and watch the same **** they’d watch at home, only sat in a ****ing field, after having cooked the same food, only on a 2 ring piece of ****. Then they literally carry their own **** to a grotty shower block and catch verrucas. I’ve no idea where the fun bit comes in.
No problems, i keep out off stuff...But will be telling them not to leave the security doors open.... ****ing drugs mate, i ****ing hate them....every **** is at it....
Watching out the bathroom window at Debbie and Ian and the kids eating lunch while you’re sat 4ft away dropping 3lbs of diarrhoea into a Perspex bucket and they can hear every splat.
Trying to clench to lessen the noise. Then waiting in the rain for the communal shower block to be free so that you can wash your raw ring, and leave bits for the next person to find clinging to the plug hole.
Yeah. My caravan isn’t big enough though so I‘ve annexed a tent to my caravan which will ensure that I can have all the luxuries of a hotel with my 5* caravan, but retain the feeling of thorough misery when it begins to rain in my tent.
I exclude the motorhome tbh as at least with one of them you don’t have park it in a designated field of sex offenders.
Why on earth would you think I owned a caravan? I’d try it in a camper van and probably hate it. As you face the same issues as folk in caravans.
