I actually don't mind camping, as long as I have something to write with, I was just quoting 8 out of 10 cats.
I have some fond memories of camping with my GCSE class. Nastasja, who brought her credit card, triped over a the tent cabals twice and swore she would not use the toilet until she got home. Even better, Dijana, who wanted to bring her hair dryer (when asked where she would plug it in, answered "I don't care, but I need to have it"), left the tent flap open with a half eaten choclate bar at the entrance, then was startled by the ants and when asked her mother to take her home, her mother responded "Sure thing sweetie, what is gthe name of the hotel are you in?" (the mother than then sent Dijana's baby sitter on the 1.5 hour car drive to pick her up).