Harden up!

I absolutely loooooove scout camps! Partly because I get to do the outdoors stuff I can't do since I moved from Botswana down here, and partly because they're just bloody fun. And I also get to teach people things, which as you all should know gives me an epic rush.

So yeah, fun times. Our troop (1st Rosebank Air Scouts) tagged along on the 1st Bergvliet Sea Scouts' troop camp, and at first we were kind of out of it because they can actually get like 30 people to pitch at a camp and they had all sorts of fancy equipment and stuff. Anyways, I got over that pretty fast and we managed to completely dominate in pretty much most things. Except for the rowing time trials and the commando course, which was avs, but hey. I was pretty bleak that my tankness couldn't carry the rest of my guys across alone :P but hey, talk about team effort! :D

Seriously now :D we did all sorts of cool stuff like sailing and canoeing and hiking and other scout stuff, and it was actually mostly chilled as such. Hey, greatest crack ever: for a survival evening, we told the guys we were going to have a movie night. Later that afternoon, we had an emergency meeting and "evacuated" the campsite because some convicts from a mental facility in Hermanus had escaped. When Adrian told us about the plan, I was like, "Okay, there is no bloody way this is ever going to work!". Hey, human nature surprised me, because everyone swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. Some of the scouts still believed it was real at the end of the camp :D God, what are their parents going to think!?

So, what I got out of the camp:

Woodelina, my fiancée, who was 1st Bergvliet's random wooden lady trophy. Which we'd had for the previous five days :D because we'd just been outperforming oaks. And also Bar-Ones and Coke, but hey.

A Tool of the Day award, for dropping the aforementioned wooden lady on my foot during a photo. (Apply directly to face, adhesive optional)

The broken oar and a story. During the pulling, my oar was creaking and cracking, and it eventually snapped. With a loud shout of "F*** IT!", I stole Paskal's one and

All the scouters signed the broken piece and gave it to us/me as a gift, with lots of lulz. And we didn't even win the pulling!

A wife-beating reputation, and another story. So because we were being awesome and stealing their wooden lady, some other oaks were like, "watch out, we'll come put toothpaste on your face in the middle of the night!". Understandably, we were very prepared for this on the final night. So well prepared, in fact, that when Chloe came to our tent at 1am to put a frog on me, she ended up getting whacked in the face and dragged into the tent :D by mistake. Obviously :P it was dark, come on! Anyways, I felt really really bad about it, and even worse the next morning when they put betadine and sand on her face to make it look like she had a massive bruise! And then tuned me about it! God, the shame...

But, best of all, I managed to be friends with her again :) which we both seemed very proud of. I mean, there's still some stuff it would be nice to sort out face-to-face in private, but I'm in no hurry right now. Girlfriends are so overrated actually ;)