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I genuinely dont understand why people romanticize camping in jungles and mountains.
You sleep inside a thin piece of cloth, surrounded by wild animals, insects, darkness and unpredictable weather.
A tiger doesnt care how expensive your tent is.
An elephant can destroy it in seconds.
And people willingly choose the monsoon for this.
Where is the line between adventure and unnecessary risk?
Maybe I am missing something.
Camping lovers, convince me what makes this worth the risk?