Camp

Well this is a semi-report on what we did on camp, and also, comments on Sarah's blog about camp. (Read it at http://guitarmaniacjesusofsuburbia.blogspot.com/2012/03/school-camp-2012.html.

As Sarah said, the grade nines of Fatima camped for two nights at, well, Fatima. This wasn't because we had nowhere else to go, the teachers thought an "explore durban" type vibe would be cool.

Day 1

We arrived to pitch our tents at school, which happened to involve a lot of unlawful (well in the camps law anyway) help from the parents.
We got on the bus, where we went on a very interesting trip to the Holocaust museum.
I found it interesting because we learnt a lot of new skills, and we were privelaged enough to have a survivor of the holocaust share her experience with us.
Then, we got back to school, ate our lunches, and started watching a documentary-type attempt thing called Paper-Clips.
Everyone was pretty much exhausted, and the movie wasn't everyones cup of tea, so quite a few of us fell asleep.
Then we swam - in place of a shower, and started making fires to braai our meat. I made the fire, and everyone who was sharing our braai sort of left me with their meat. I told these people that I was a VEGETARIAN, and the meat was probably over/undercooked, and if it was undercooked, to let me braai it more. So Sarah, its your own fault the meat wasn't cooked properly.
After this, Sarah and I were playing guitar, and she started strumming "Wake Me Up When September Ends", and our maths teacher started singing. New favourite teacher? I think so.

Day 2

After much transport difficulty, we arrived at Pirates beach, where we spent the day with Spirit of Adventure doing lots of activities. Let me just add in right now that I have no sympathy for Sarah's sunburn because I told her to put sunblock on, and she said only her face needed. In 32 degrees celcius. Anyway, the day included Kayakking, Volleyball, Touch rugby, Soccer, Bodyboarding and a whole lot of fun. That was until the day was concluded with vomay.

Day 3

My dad came to lift a couple of my friends and I to the markets of Warrick and got horribly lost on the way, despite travelling in convoy and all the other cars besides us and one other getting there perfectly, half an hour before us.
We were split up into groups and toured around all the different markets. They were all extremely interesting, even the Bovine Head market, but there the queasiness outweighed the interest. One member of my group (cough-Sarah-cough) started crying. I told her its not different from her typical spag-bol for dinner.


So camp was cool. I enjoyed.

Here's a pic of my grade