Nomadic Tales My perception of small countries is that the chances of finding a secluded spot to pitch a tent without being seen are very low. The land tends to be expensive and fully utilized, and I imagined that landowners wouldn’t appreciate tents on property they’ve paid dearly for. I resisted the temptation to try even a single night of wild camping in Switzerland, fearing a hefty fine. However, I did camp in Luxembourg, not one, but two nights. In Kehl, Germany, just across the river from Strasbourg, I managed one night of wild camping, but it was far from comfortable. Two men walking in the distance kept watching me for about half an hour. Despite my green tent blending into the grassy ground with a forested backdrop, and being 400 meters from the road, they appeared suspicious, stepping left and right, perhaps trying to get a better view. Since wild camping is generally frowned upon in Germany, I usually avoid it, but I wanted to try anyway. I had spent a full week near ...
Nomadic Tales A big part of the thrill of wild camping is the daily adventure of finding a new place to sleep. The more unusual the spot, the better. That said, I don’t push it to the extreme because I do appreciate a good night’s rest. For example, while the idea of stealth camping inside a roundabout sounds fun in theory, but the prospect of a sleepless night due to traffic noise quickly puts me off. That said, I was seriously tempted once when I stumbled upon an abandoned structure right in the middle of a roundabout. It looked like a symbolic gate to a large property near a hospital. I gave up because thick overgrown bushes made it impractical. One of my oddest camping experiences was on the terrace of a defunct restaurant in Montenegro, overlooking Liqeni i Shasit lake. What made it especially awkward was the lively new Shasi restaurant operating just below the terrace. The parking lot was packed with cars, and the constant murmur of diners painted a vivid picture o...