Camp Life.
Just the mention of the word 'camp' conjures up images of roughing it, fighting bears, chopping wood with one's bare hands.
Bear Grylls, Grizzly Adams, Yogi Bear, Pic-a-nic baskets.
I must take this opportunity now to apologize to anyone who signed up for this trip desiring to drink their own urine.
We will not be. We will not even be setting up our own tents. We will not be forced to go without showering for any longer than a couple of hours.
The only wild animals will be your alter egos after a few hours of drinking and dancing.
Well there might be a couple of cougars around, but they won't endanger your life. Probably enhance it a little.
Oh, and our camp monkeys who arrive a day before and set everything up. They get the beers and wines and sangrias on ice. They wire up the sound system. They lay out the designated flip cup and beer pong tables.
They even put together the beer bong.
Said beer bong will be awaiting your arrival. It is mandatory that everyone at least gives it a go once.
Our camp is attached to the pool, so given the drinks and the music and the H2O I smell a pool party.
There are amenities. Showers and sinks and toilets and power sockets for hair dryers, straighteners, blackberries.
This is five star camping.
The campsite is adjacent to the beach, but surrounded by a fence. There is a shop and a bar, so if you crave something that we don't provide it will be readily at hand.
Every morning the camp monkeys conspire to whip y'all up a steaming hot breakfast. They will offer to serve you said breakfast with an ice cold beer.
I suggest you consider their offer.
Please don't hesitate to send us any queries, booking inquiries, suggestions, abuse - info@stoketravel.com
Stoke Travel - as camp as a row of tents.
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