A truck and massive trailer unit pulled onto the campsite ground opposite and located itself on levelled ground as best that can be found. Boxed shaped windows were spaced out evenly down one side of the trailer unit and the other side was closed in with the words, ‘Rotel Tours – Das Rolande Hotel.’ A bright orange, it looks like a horse float more than anything once it was unhooked and stabilized.
Apparently not, this is a hotel on wheels for international visitors to our land of the long white cloud. It’s a rack ’em and stack ’em cheaper accommodation option with the boxed compartments more in tune with coffin sized spaces!
The operator opened up the closed in side expanding the floor by a couple of metres for the walkway to the three levelled bunk system inside. Only the ends have mattresses side by side for couples to share a compartment to snuggle, the remaining are single. Sharing intimacy would require stealth in such close quarters, one would imagine.
Only clothes that you plan to wear the next day are hung in the walkway making space to manoeuvre the body to your coffin, I mean bed, so as to clamber into. All other baggage is stowed away over night. Snoring, farting, and incontinence would also require stealth in such close quarters, one would hope!
The back opened up to expose a mini-kitchen with an awning hanging off the end to give shelter for the area to prepare food. Un-stacked tables from underneath were unfolded onto an area close by, a hose connected for running water and the power plugged in for the electricals. Very clever indeed.
Later in the day, a bus arrived. People disembarked both young and old and you have to wonder what they thought of their first nights sleeping arrangements when their travel attire would suit five star credentials. I left the caravan in flip flops, shorts, no tee shirt and sun glasses to wander over to the ablutions and the language was certainly foreign – not too sure if they were in awe of what was or swearing of what is going to be.
However, the next hour was spent by our new neighbours in a frenzy with bags being opened, garments sorted, ant trail to the ablutions to shit, shower, shave and shampoo so as to freshen up. The ovens were soon steaming with food and as the group slowly got sorted, bottles of Heineken were de-capped and ale sloshed down. They looked more relaxed and wandered about to stretch out before the food was served up like an army mess tent.
The odd salutation was exchanged and as darkness fell upon the camp, the numbers dwindled into the back of the truck for the night, resting in peace!