The kids LOVE motorhome hatches and ladders, cloudy campground pools and sand filled playgrounds. On par with any club med chant they have made up a family camping unity song complete with hand gestures.
While the echoes of their glee rings within our particle board walls, I wake a dozen times with serious pain and numb limbs. My back is grumbling loud from all the lugging of suitcases to date and now sleeping on the ultimate offense- a bunky board. My back is beyond pissed. I heard its mounting unrest prior to camping and had a Thai massage in Sydney as a peace offering to try to assuage it. Has anyone ever had an authentic Thai massage?? It is like being attacked. They chat with each other in nasally tongues as they pick up your various muscle groups and the chains of bones attached ripping them from the fascia holding them in place. They meet your screams of suffering with surface indifference but their actions say they are energised by the scent of human suffering like it is some sort of cyber pill they have just achieved in a video game. Whatever accompanying super powers the cyber pill yields are directed back into their treasure hunt for buried body parts. Those movies where people reach into your body with their bare hand and pull out your heart- totally true. Needless to say, there was no relief- not even a mythical 2 days later. For my back- just another brick in the wall. Another last minute Sydney activity at the marine engineer's request- touring a submarine. I won't bore you with horrrific details but the lady in front of me and I became sisters jumping through the tiny hatches like hurdlers and high-fiving our victory as we ascended from the depths of hell together.
The assault to the back, the tiny confined space. I see now it was all foreshadowing- or maybe some twisted opportunity served up by the universe to begin desensitisation. I am suffering in silence to not rain on the family glee- you will all be my confidants. I may need to bring my liver to the party and start pissing it off to get through this.
13 more days...