No two camps are alike.
As an old camp dog (11 years in a row) I find it hard to describe the latest camp as typical of them all. Already after a few times I decided like so many others that no two camps are alike. A camp is always the sum of its members, and furthermore we all develop in many directions, so the camps cannot be static either.
Should I or shouldn't I?
I've never really planned to go to camp every year. I've always left it open, i.e. I've reserved the week in my diary and let chance and the weather decide. The weather has never been so bad that I've had to go home. The sun doesn't have to shine, though it's preferable; you can have lots of fun without it, as long as it's not too wet or too windy.

So what's it like?
We sleep and eat in large military tents; lately it's also been possible to bring your own small tent. For the first couple of years of my camp career I transcended the narrow boundaries of my gay identity every time. There's no need to do that any more; now everything has to be geared down for the camp week. For the first couple of days it can be a little hard, but once I've got into the rhythm of the camp, it is rather nice and relaxing. Only the basic needs have to be seen to. It's entirely up to you if you want to go swimming, walking or cycling or sit around and chat. The climax of the day could be a trip to Perlen, a restaurant with a distant view of the bridge across the Great Belt, or a trip to the lighthouse of the island. In the evening we sometimes sing a few songs in the light of the kerosene lamps or play party games. On Thursdays some of us go to the local church to sing hymns, a beautiful tradition which has been honoured for many years.

Gays in daylight.
What first started my interest in the gay camps was a pamphlet about them where it said: "Gays in daylight". My purpose was to get to know other gays, and as a semi-closet gay I could be with other gays for a whole week day and night. Many of us know the joys and sorrows of bar life. It mostly takes place at night, and if you are not very extrovert, the chances are that you spend many nights alone next to others who hunt in the same ineffectual way. Once in a while you can be lucky enough to score, but friends are much harder to get. At the camp you also see each other the day after.

As W.C.Fields once said when he was asked what he thought of sex: "I think it's come to stay". It's my view that sex happens where there is a basis for it, and the camps are no exception, why should they be? Some camps have been redolent with sex, others have been positively monastic. It is as it would be in any other holiday resort. The worries of ordinary life have been put aside for a while, and you are a little more free with your money and your cock, and life's just a bowl of cherries!