Chapter Two...
Thanks to the impatient commenter... whoever you may be... though I wonder what you are going to call yourself when the story is finished??
So, we had just completed our blindfolded bushwalking, and we then made our way back to camp to have our dinner - it wasn't bad, I'd rate the food an 8 out of 10, which for camp food is a pretty damn good score.
The people running the camp had a couple of neurotic rules about the food though. They would only allow like 5 people up at any time to be served, and they served every possible meal and snack outside - despite the subzero temperatures.
That night we played some more card games and got to know each other a bit better - NZ was fascinating, and we traversed some incredibly diverse subject matter. By this stage the girls had garnered that the younger police person did indeed have a family at home - weirdly, he never mentioned them. The six of us got along famously, which was good. I've been on camps where the leaders didn't get along, and
My beautiful friend adn I discussed this later on - we decided that it was a) pretty odd that he never mentioned his wife or his two children until he was pointedly asked and b) we wouldn't like it if our significant other didn't acknowledge our existence like that.
We didn't end up heading to bed until about 1am - NZ and I had a joke about what time we were getting up - 6.55 he was setting his clock for, he wanted me to set mine for 7 in case his didn't go off... say 6.55 with a NZ accent and I'm done for.
Accents do it for me, what can I say.
Sunday, the last day, dawned far far too early - but at least the hot water was working again. I had a really lovely long hot shower, then headed over for brekky (one of the two meals a day we were allowed to eat inside).
We were leaving at about 10.30, so there weren't any formal activities planned for the morning - the boys went out to play some ball games, and I headed out for a little while too. Then we realised that one of the boys was missing, along with a number of girls... and seeing as it was the boy that all the girls had been chasing all weekend, and who had been sprung with girls in his room the night before, Sez and I decided we better go find them.
And find them we did. They were in one of the bedrooms, just sitting on teh bed pulling the most bizarre faces.
We asked them what they were doing - and they said that they were tying lolly snakes into knots in their mouths. If you can do it, you're a good kisser. (So sayeth the 15 year olds!)
Would we like to try?
Now I never pass up an opportunity to test my pashing abilities, so I had a go.
Problem 1: The snakes they had were the cheap short ones.
We overcame this by stretching them out to regular snake size prior to putting them in our mouths.
Problem 2:
On my first attempt I made two vital errors. I tried to make the knot too tight, and I had stretched it too much, causing the snake to break.
This we rectified and I got it on the second attempt.
Therefore I am pleased to announce that (by teenager standards and testing) I am an EXCELLENT kisser. YAY me!!
Then we all piled onto the transports, and headed for home.
Saying goodbye, all of the leaders hugged one another - which was super nice and friendly etc, and much preferable to shaking hands like strangers.
I do hope that I'll have the chance to do it again sometime, and that I'll get to work with NZ and my beautiful girlfriend again - they are both amazing at what they do, and just really nice people.
The End.
