My Dad's Perrier Wartime

My dad always had this thing where he was like, you have to be organized. To this day, we are not allowed to bring eggs camping. We don't bring eggs or tomatoes because they just smush. I think I remember when they were doing one of their trips, they had a friend who fell asleep where he woke up and his sleeping bag string had hooked onto the back leg of a hippo grazing. So crazy things like that. But I think also when we went... Is that France jumping? That was actually another France-France-Bendock.