This must begin with an admission: I hate camping.
Growing up, my family never did the camping thing. Why put yourself through the pungent long drops, gas-cooked meals and stuffy tents when you could enjoy the exact same mountain views or white sand beaches then return to your hut or house?
Amongst my friends, however, I am an outlier and every summer my proposal to rent a bach is overthrown by plans to pitch up at a DoC campsite.
See, my friends are the 'outdoorsy' type, the kind who make camping look comfortable and fun and oh so easy.
Armed with gadgets and gizmos and know-how, they make barista-style coffee in the morning and gourmet meals at night. Their tents never collapse, clothes never smell and through some sort of wizardry, they can sleep on the ground without wrecking their back.