A wee Camp Pepin reunion

First and foremost, I would like to thank God and my parents – nah just kidding, felt like I was writing an Oscar speech. Seriously though, I would like to thank you both for making the weekend possible. We should be proud over ourselves; being able to do this after not seeing each other for over two years. Too bad Colin couldn’t make it; really, we did miss that big grumpy old Scotsman. And it would have been great to finally sort out that little baseball dilemma.
But we had a great time anyway. Felt a bit weird at first, seeing good old Gaz and Ray again. However, it took like five seconds and we were the same wee gang that split up at JFK airport two years ago. A bit older now of course, a bit wiser, and a bit better looking. The main things never change though.
We shared quite a few camp memories and caught up on our current lives. Gaz is holding down a full-time job with his own desk and everything in city centre London, and Ray is keeping his eyes and ears open. You never know, he could be in Bahrain tomorrow. And myself shaving my own head in a bathroom in Limerick and trying to find out the meaning of Ezra Pounds’ poems.
Saturday night was absolute class. Ray, your parents’ food was brilliant, and we were treated like kings. The walk among London’s highlights was magnificent, although it kind of felt like the guides could have done their homework better. Beer, always nice, but the last stop of the night was probably the best one. Can’t remember the name of that water pipe-thing, but it is something I definitely have to try again. Mainly because of the great atmosphere it seemed to give the place.

Okay, here are a few pictures:

Dinner at Ray’s flat. I’m trying to show his father how to work the camera, something he obviously figured out on his own, and I’m ending up with my hand in the air looking like a complete eejit.
Zoom in on the delicious food. Hadn’t had a meal like that in a long time. The grub I’m making here in Limerick would probably be turned down by hungry dogs. Looking at that stuff now is making my mouth all watery.

Rahul, Benjamin, and Gareth.

Like Times Square, but smaller, and without half-naked Americans posing for nickels and dimes.

Here we had just found our way out of the market in Camden. Which was huge and yet slightly claustrophobic. Still haven’t recovered from the rush in the streets of London. It will take me a couple of days to get back to the Irish tempo.

Cheers guys!

So next time you’ll come to Sweden right? Mos def. The High Coast is the place to be in the summer. Believe you me! Just realised Colin won’t be able to make it that time either since he’s going back to Pepin. We’ll just have to find a replacement. Achilles maybe, he might actually already be up there hiding in the woods, you never know.
Take care guys! Great meeting you!