I saw it out of the corner of my eye – a swelling river of hot, starchy pasta water careering across the dry, dusty ground towards me.
I’d done it again! I hurled my Lonely Planet across the tent and fumbled frantically to unzip the flysheet. Three weeks of making penne pasta on a camp stove, and I’d lost interested in cooking entirely. My culinary creativity came to an abrupt halt after week one with chili and rice; it was now a purely functional activity.