Dream week­ends found

Pack the car and get away for the week­end at one of these In­sta-wor­thy des­ti­na­tions

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From glamp­ing to moun­tain bik­ing, we’ve got your fitspo travel cov­ered

The glamp­ing week­end, Jervis Bay By WH Deputy Ed­i­tor Lizza Ge­bi­la­gin

For years, I’d been try­ing to get my hus­band to go camp­ing, but he could never get past the idea of go­ing with­out a bed or a work­ing toi­let. And even though I told him that shit­ting in the bush wasn’t the most hor­ren­dous thing in the world, as long as you found a spot with de­cent fo­liage, he wasn’t con­vinced. It took the prom­ise of a king-sized bed, swathed in fancy linen, in­side a sa­fari tent with a wooden deck and pri­vate en­suite at Paper­bark Camp for him to fi­nally say yes.

Yeah, I mar­ried a princess.

So, in the spirit of glamp­ing it up, we drove to Paper­bark in Jervis Bay from Syd­ney in a top­grade Mazda CX-5, the Ak­era AWD. Be­cause if you have to spend three hours in a car, you may as well do it in style with a black leather in­te­rior, an im­pres­sive Bose sound sys­tem and more than enough room for all your tra­di­tional camp­ing gear

(if it were ac­tu­ally that kind of trip).

But as soon as we ar­rived at Paper­bark, I knew all fu­ture dreams of tak­ing my hus­band on a proper camp­ing trip had died. Our bed was five-star-ho­tel nice and the shower and tub in the open-air en­suite were steam­ing hot. Af­ter set­tling in, we had a three-course din­ner un­der the stars, catered by the much-raved-about on­site res­tau­rant, The Gun­yah. Then it was marshmallows by the camp­fire with wine and whisky from the out­door bar. When we re­turned to our tent, the so­lar-pow­ered lights had stopped work­ing. With no-one around to fix the power, we nav­i­gated the pitch-black tent with an LED lan­tern. It was the clos­est we got to a le­git camp­ing ex­pe­ri­ence.

The next morn­ing, we skipped the

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