Yesterday (I’ve been a bit slack this week, writers block) our choices were:
Katy S – Indescribable – describe the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen
Katy P – If – Write your own version of the famous poem
Peg – Igloo – would you stay in an igloo if you had the chance? How about other ‘strange’ house type things? House boats? Yurts? Treehouses?
Well Fiona, simply put, yes please!! I aim to experience a whole host of weird and wonderful accommodations during my life if I can manage it. So far my list includes the Ice Hotel (even the beds are ice, loaded with furs!), Poseidon Undersea Resort, the Magic Mountain Hotel and these treehouses…
I’d like to make my own shelter and sleep in it, to stay in a lighthouse with the sea crashing against the rocks, cosy up in a windmill or traditional gipsy caravan, and sleep in a cave hollowed out from a cliff with a roaring fire for company! How amazing to visit a Native American Tipi camp and learn about the culture, likewise with a Mongolian Yurt or to see the Northen Lights from the door of my igloo…all of these things I would do if money and time were no object. I hope I’ll get to do at least some.
Perhaps you are thinking these all sound a little exotic, but this does not have to be the case! Did you, perchance, hear of the Sand Hotel, just down the coast in Dorset? I’m not sure about sleeping on sand, out in the open air in Britain…but would certainly be an experience!
There are of course a few accommodations I would not like to experience, lines I would not cross. When on exercise with the army my father and his team dug snow holes in which to spend the night. You dig down into the snow a certain amount of feet, then across either side. The men had to enter into it one at a time and scooch across, meaning in order to get out you had to wait for all those in front of you to exit first. During the night, dad told me, the snow would compact around you so you’d often wake up with it touching your nose. I’d be terrified, especially having to wait for 4 or 5 people to shimmy out before me if I was the first one in. Knowing if you you panicked you could cause a collapse in the snow…that’s just not for me.
This is slightly different to the story dad told me, but you get the idea!
This also doesn’t tempt me in the slightest…it’s called a ‘portaledge’. So when you’re scaling a clifface (now doesn’t that sound fun! Not!) and it starts getting dark, pitch your bed for the night and it’s sleepytime! N.o.t.h.a.n.k.y.o.u.!
But for the most part I have said I’d try anything once. People around the world live in such different environments to me, some make my home look like a hovel, compared to others I live in luxury, but for the most part they were just different and for that reason alone I would like to experience them!
Peg and I have both been rather crap at this blogging lark really. Fi has a good excuse what with her other daily writing challenge she’s doing and it being her birthday and stuff, me not so much. So no scores till we’re both up to date!