The words I’m in a youth hostel tonight, won’t mean much without an explanation of last nights shenanigans with slugs in my tent.
I awake in my one man tent at 2 am needing a wee. Unzipping the tent, I jump out sticking my feet into my sandals. Squish. Too my fckn horror a huge slug is wedged where my wee toe goes. I freak out screaming and kick the sandals off into the field. I and so seriously freaked out and back in the tent I keep wet wiping my toes. Over and over. I put my legs into my sleeping bag only to feel a huge squidge against my leg. I’ve never moved so fast. It’s a gigantic black slug and it’s in my sleeping bag!!! I freak out big time. There’s no-one to save me and I’m screaming as I get rid of the slug. I open the bottle of red wine stashed in my panniers and I get stuck in. 4 am and a finished bottle I am numb enough to go back to sleep. In the same sleeping bag. With slug goo that doesn’t come off.
Think that was an even worse moment than eating silk worms & grasshoppers in Thailand!
So I’m pretty delighted I have a bed tonight in a youth hostel. Yaaaaas!!!