More scouse shennanigans

Last night, the scouser who attempted to pitch his tent from the inside out surpassed himself.

We were having a quiet drink at camp at midnight, sitting in our England deck chairs when he came along dragging a campbed which he attempted to fit into his tent. Although it didn’t quite fit, he valiantly settled in, with his feet sticking out the tent flap. For about 15 minutes we just watched the tent squirming and shifting, like a living breathing thing. That man has given us more laughs than anything else on this trip.