A bright white light floods the tent. Is it morning already? Groaning, I fumble above my head for my phone. 12.03am. Who the bloody hell does laundry… Read more “What happens when you pitch your tent next to a laundry room”
A bright white light floods the tent. Is it morning already? Groaning, I fumble above my head for my phone. 12.03am. Who the bloody hell does laundry… Read more “What happens when you pitch your tent next to a laundry room”