Camp as a row of tents

I'm on the ferry back from an aweome few days on the island spent with
Morgan and amber.
We took a trip over to hornby island, a small hippy hang out, to just
relax and have a good time. The journey there was pretty cool, we went
through Duncan 'city of rotems' rather aptly name because I have a
very intricately carved and decorated penis. Then we slipped through
fanny bay which you can get oysters in.
Upon arriving to hornby we put our tents up in gale force 9 winds,
drank some booze and went to a party. We decided to walk back from
said party after we were done, which was a long one so it turned out.
About 6.5km apartently. On this epic trek home I did what any other
drunkard with an iPhone should do and dropped it flat on the road
smashing the screen. I saw it as my duty.
So to cut a long story short we did some kayaking, saw millions of
shooting stars, drank a lot of booze, played some fun games, poked
many a dead jellyfish, got rad on the skim boards, arrfagged, ate
jellybeans, found rocks which resemble a fanny and bum hole, said ooh
fuhck a lot, bullied amber, enjoyed ambers dance which she kindly
named after me, and just generally had a fun time.
Morgans parents were in a cabin so when they left after a day or so we
used that for cooking and showering. Sweet deals.
On the way home we stopped in at ambers sisters place and I met
charlie her hairless cat (no pun intended) who was well funny. He
looks really annoyed all the time because of his little wrinkly head.
So now I'm on my way back to Vancouver to hang out with my cousin
again and Abbie where there is never a dull moment, do some riding and
to do whatever comes along for the last few days of my trip.
I'm seriously considering moving here. No joke of a lie.