Bloody Love the Dark
I got back from visiting relatives in Wexford, Ireland yesterday. Their place is utterly rural, much more so than the place i grew up in in the middle of the Pennines. At night there's literally not a single street lamp within 10 miles and it's just so dark and black that if you're indoors you cannot see your arm infront of your face, no matter how long you let your night-vision adjust.
The total blackness is just so relaxing and peaceful, best few nights sleep i've had in years. *shrug* no horror story, sorry. Just made me realise how 'bright' nighttime is here in urban land.
( Shiodome has realised numbers in names aren't cool., Tue 28 Jul 2009, 5:07, 2 replies)

Darkest place I ever slept
was in a caravan in deepest rural Wales.

When I woke up in the middle of one night, it was so dark that I hurriedly felt my eyeballs with my fingers, thinking my eyelids were stuck shut.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 7:01, closed)

Wexford huh?
When I was much younger my family used to take me out there to TA Mon (horrible way of spelling the real villiage name, I'm sorry).

If it wasn't sharing an outdoor toliet with 9 other people, no shower and my assorted cousins teaching us poor brits how to play poker getting to sleep was the highlight.

Pitch black with a fluid consistency so that no matter how long you looked you just couldn't see anything. WEll, that was until you needed to use the outside toliet. Then stumbling through everyone else in the room, down the stairs, out the side and through the stinging nettles to the toliet, the dark was plenty rough then.
(Helo, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 9:34, closed)