My brother fired up his 8g Red Bull can alcohol stove on our 'last' camping trip. The little fire breather quietly boiled a mug of water in just a few minutes while we listened to owls and watched deer crash down the hillside. The fire was stubborn, too much rain in the preceding days, but we managed to stay warm and dry all night. We split logs and fed the flames whilst a hip flask helped warm us from the inside. Morning and the hike out came far too soon. Home to an empty flat and my worldly posessions lying in three bags on the empty bedroom floor. In 48 hours i'll be in Norway...
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