I camped in the out-back in Australia over new years eve last year. I hate camping at the best of times but doing it under the auzzie sun (way in to the thirties and very likely in to the early fourties temperature wise) in which we had to erect the tents as well as a canvas shelter was fun. The main source of entertainment was either cutting down dead trees while trying to avoid the huntsman spiders, avoiding the boys on their off road bikes thing, getting the fire going in said temperatures for dinner later, being wary of kangaroos (not the cute fuzzy wuzzys I thought they were, in fact really quite sinister) and peeing in a bin type thing while crossing your fingers something deadly wasn't going to bite your bum.
Oh... and the ground literally moved with all the ants of which there were three varieties, the ones that bite, the ones that should venom outside their butts at you and the bull ants which are just hideous and had a nest 10ft away from the tents.... Have I ever mentioned my effing fear of bugs?!
Camping my arse.