Every year we get a new piece of kit to add to our camping experience. This years pièce de résistance is the not so attractive Kampa Khazi.
Now I’ll be honest. This is not the first time Mr Dad has tried to sneak this into our camping paraphernalia.
The first time a few years back I cried (no, I sobbed) and he took it back.
It’s big, ugly … utilitarian even. Who wants to see that stuck in their tent in the morning. Not me that’s for sure! I want to see fairy lights, bunting, bright coloured sleeping bags, tangled hair with flowers weaved in it, warm toast and hot mugs of coffee. Not a large grey bucket with this mornings constitutional winking at me.
I mean couldn’t they have covered it with a pretty ribbon or bunting print? Camouflaged it with a grass print? Stuck a flower on the lid (time to get the cricut out!)?
We’ve managed to make do with a potette for many years but the good old potette and my eldest’s bladder volume have been pushing boundaries for a while and I fear the boundaries will break this year if we tried to use it again.
It is sadly true, that his utilitarian beast will prove useful for the midnight wee wee fest.
So when Mr Dad triumphantly brought another Kampa Khazi through the front door a couple of days ago, although I cried again, the Kampa Khazi has remained and is coming with us to be tried and tested at Camp Bestival.
My passing comment to Mr Dad today was that knowing how much the girls love the festival toilets, I imagine they will be storing poo throughout the day. Much like toddlers who are being potty trained and know there’s a nappy at bed time.
Based on that knowledge we now have a couple of new camping rules
Mr Dad is in charge of emptying the Khazi!
Mr Dads Rule
Nobody craps in the Khazi
I know which rule I would bet on!