It all started with a camping stove and origami plates.
We were at a fancy party in Beijing and Sam, a recent acquaintance, had just outlined the various merits of his camping equipment…
A stove that could run on any fuel, space-saving cutlery that defied all logic. It all seemed like a dream.
I wanted these tools of masculinity and with them, the ability to survive any unexpected apocalypse.
One thing was sure; the hunter-gatherer in me was strong and the wild was calling.