We had no luck yesterday finding people beside the road with a patch of lawn for our tent and last night we camped on a Long Island beach at a town called Fort Jefferson. Just after dark, some of the local kids were surprised to find us there as they began to party drinking Bourbon from a bottle and smoking their joints, but seemed to accept us being there first and moved on along the beach.
Then around 3am a noisy mob arrived right alongside us, but were too preoccupied to see us, and disrobing, began skinny dipping about 10metres away. A lot of noise, screaming and yelling – one loud voice even claimed a floating pontoon for “New Zealand” They left about 4am and we'd just got back to sleep when a couple of lads turned up looking for a missing item. As they were only a few metres away, I stuck my head out of the tent and called,
“Do you want to borrow a torch?”
A shocked Irish voice said
"Fuckin hell, who's this"
“ We're camping here, on a cycle tour from NZ.”
His shock was such that he could barely stagger over to the tent, though he took the torch, found what they were looking for , returned the torch and mumbled an apology for being so noisy earlier on.
Another night on the cycle trail.
Next night we stayed in a B & B giving ourslelves some luxury and we plan a train trip into the Big Apple.
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