In the last part, the story left off with us finding something resembling a campsite. Upon closer inspection, the campsite turned out to be daytime only, at least in the spring – there was no shower, and the owners were about to leave for the night. I went to have a chat with them before they took off. When he saw me, an ordinary-looking guy of average height and build crawled out, a little bit tipsy. He was in a friendly mood, but, naturally, didn't know a word of English. I, as usual, tried to tell him in my usual gibberish “two tent one night me want, how much?"?”.
