Well, after a long abscence, campervan stories continues. I awoke very early the following morning after a tortured night of indecision. In the small hours of the morning the great debate raged in my head - should I leave my cosy bed and tent for the toilet, or could I manage? First light came as a great relief and after checking nobody was about I made a dash, in my pyjamas, looking like the monster from the tomb (don't ask how I know I looked like this, I just do) for the small camp toilet building. As I rounded the corner to salvation - I really was desperate - I encountered a whole pile of blokes with fishing gear waiting for the fishing lake to open. So, I exchanged the usual pleasantries, were they fishing today,
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