Here I am.
I sleep well. I sleep well, in my sleeping bag on South Beach in Freo. That weekend, I didn’t brought my tent or my backpack ether. I just toke some cash and my dear sleeping bag. My summer sleeping bag, which saved my life in Mongolia. There, on the beach in Freo, it offered me my very first night …. under the rain. Sweet and harmony. It also isolat me from the snow in Akan, absorbe my swet in Taman Negara, and worked as a pillow in Clarkson, train station area.
It’s a dirty sleepin’bag (“slip sale” in Quebec), which got a zip on the left side. And yes, it’s definitly mine.
My tent, which litteraly blossom out of it bag, is one of my best toy (and s-toy) ever. In the grass, in rocks, on the sand, in the snow, in towns also. Even if it’s windy, I never need to fix it on the ground. Under the snow, it just turn white, and the door is always open when t° goes up to 18°. Yeah, it’s a warm place, and I hosted a lot of bugs espacially in Australia. Also in Le Gerse … where I hosted a lovely, so lovely spider (Non tu la touches pas l’araigné. Elle est gentille l’araignée). Nature is so kind with me, understanding, helpful. It’s also my couchsurfing place (I might edit my profil).
Add to my tent (Quechua, Decathlon, 19€), I got a new toy to spend good night everywhere. My hamac+moskisto net. A great combinasion that will give me the opportunity to fix, later, a waterproof thing on the top. I’m so looking forward to sleep under the rain in my hamac …
Those things, plus backpack updates with weels and tent fixation, and, I should not forgot, my dear hat, all that stuff make me as an happy free man. Sugoï!