Monday's start was Friday's finish. And that was about the extent of 5 Day Tour. In other words it all started out bright and early Monday morning June 3. One boy who had struggled to rouse himself at six o'clock during Summer Camp had no problem appearing at 4:30 on this particular day. That boy was me. Anyway...
Actually, our tour almost did not get off to start on that peaceful morning, because our vehicle was so heavy we almost could not get out of our property. We kept scrapping bottom. Then I worried that the next speed bump would become our next nightmare. The poor rented car was weighed down with the three boys that made it to 5 day tour, three staff (us), miscellaneous paraphernalia, and most importantly...114 pounds of mangoes ripe and ready to eat. We were, mangoes and all, headed over the formidable chilly mountains to a resort conveniently situated on the other side next the a jungle. Luckily for me and the mangoes we made it safely with no problems.
Who cared what was in the jungle? Don't ask me, the pool was perfect for preemptively placating their curiosity. I mean, how much more exciting can it get then to do every dive you know, and do not know for that matter, in a pool only 4.5 feet deep. Something terror-ific, that's for sure.
The pool and the first day were unexpectedly cool, but both warmed up due to the friction of the dragging time. Do not misapprehend me, the time could not go slow enough to appease my desires.
Then of course there was the river passing merrily by, which is an ideal place for passing time. I guess it was a good place for anger therapy. At least for me this was not my idea of happiness the goal was to relax.
As you can see I got a lot of it, too. Whether on land, in water, or on the bed, circumstances could not change the consequence. All I can say is I could use another vacation to recover from my last one.
If it is not one, it is another. I usually enjoy a good pillow fight, but then I also enjoy a good pillow under my weary head.
On this tour we were very close to each other...sometimes a little too close. Especially when perched on the precarious contraption they misnamed a hammock. Only fearlessness born of ignorance would persuade anyone to position themselves on this booby trap. The horrible fact is it was frayed and only a foot and a half wide, and as unstable as a politician.
With so many long distances to travel, the proffered bicycles came in handy. The resort enclosed 40 acres of undeveloped virgin land disposed to be explored, and a good bike ride is refreshing for anyone in shape. However, it is perilous to those who prefer lingering out of shape, and I speak from experience.
Peculiar to this resort was the horseback riding.
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Last, First, and opposite of least, was the food. It was...
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To say the least, for that is all this space on this blog allows me to write, we had a blast, and I think I can with surety declare that we, the distinguished staff, of the illustrious Summer Camp 2013, took total, complete, tyrannical, and unforgiving advantage of the 110+ hours separated as we were from reality.
The unfulfilled moral of a tragic story is, when on vacation stay on vacation, just make sure you have a rich sympathetic sponsor for life, which is where we failed. With that lesson learned, apply this one, when it is time to work, work, because when it is time to eat you do not want to still be working. Some of our boys did not quite get that, and sadly missed the time of their lives.
No matter what he may say, I am glad to again have David the Post Host with us, because he lives up to his promise that you never know when he will post again.
