Anyway, I'm back from Ophir. Which was fun, in its way, but we wasted a LOT of time there doing nothing much. Like sitting in circles staring in each other (
not in the way Gwen stares at Someone) but in the way a bunch of dirty, tired and sleepy people stare at each other, i.e. reluctantly.
So, summary of Class Camp:
We did a scramble--trudge would have been a better word--up a river, during which Elizabeth managed to fall into the same hole twice and Michelle almost pulled Yanwei from an elevated position into the river. Accidentally, of course, the same way Michelle accidentally hits your arm with a savage karate chop just because it happens to be lying in the way.
We abseiled down a waterfall. Chu Yong went first, bounced/floated/twinkletoed down the entire thing in a few minutes and made it look easy. Everyone else followed him with Confidence and Enthusiasm and ended up with cuts, bruises, injuries and general Unhappiness.
We spent 9 hours climbing halfway up Mount Ophir, walking in an entire CIRCLE around its circumference and then climbing down. Nothing much happened except that a few people fed the Opherian leeches, one of which actually managed to detact itself from Mark Tay's stomach and sidle innocously away despite the fact that
1) it was damn big
2) leeches move slowly, and
3) there were 5 enthusiastic guys surrounding Mark Tay with an open waterbottle waiting to catch the leech and subject it to various forms of torture
But apart from those major events, it's the small things--like the fact that the entire camp consisted of
only guy toilets, forcing the girls to use them and giving a happy Bonaventure an opportunity to flash his abs at them--that make the camp memorable. Not entirely in a good way, but not exactly in a bad way either.
And that, my friends, concludes Class Camp.
p.s. the huts are damn small. seriously. you have never seen a smaller room in your life. not even the toilet cubicles in RI. which, as all guys should know, arent exactly renowned for their ample space.
