Outdoor Education Camp – English Narrative
The realization had hit me, like a ton of bricks; I would be sleeping in a tent for next three nights with my group consisting of Andrew and Sean. I checked my contraband phone, it was 8 of October 2017. “I’d be back on the 11th”, I had thought myself. The rusty, dusty bus had hauled to a stop, I knew that we were on the Tapanapa camp ground and that this was our stop. Strapping on the heavy, uncomfortable rucksack it sank in that I would be carrying this across twenty-three kilometres of rough terrain, in the hot, beaming sunlight.
Walking on the rocky, dirty brown path, I was completely oblivious to the fact that I passed a slippery reptilian, missing the creature by mearly the dirty socks around …show more content…
We had been on the final exhausting hike, the final stretch was the longest kilometer I have ever walked, every step taken was harder than the last. The group was chatting amongst each other about the first thing that they were going to do as soon as they had reached they’re humble abode. The first thing I was going to do was eat a warm, tasty home cooked meal and enjoy a cold shower. Once we had reached the final 100 meters the group had been rediscovering the unforgettable experiences we had created on our exhausting adventure. Once we had reached the destination and had rediscovered human civilization, I had been relieved that would have to walk any more agonizing steps. I had felt like my feet were on fire, like I had just walked on burning hot coals. The grumbling sound of the engine sounded all of us to our feet, the beautiful sight of the dusty old bus had brought joy to me knowing that I would be on a comfortable airconditioned bus. The ride home was rough and tiring. Overall I felt like the adventurous camp was a valuable bonding experience as I had also live and learned about the
The realization had hit me, like a ton of bricks; I would be sleeping in a tent for next three nights with my group consisting of Andrew and Sean. I checked my contraband phone, it was 8 of October 2017. “I’d be back on the 11th”, I had thought myself. The rusty, dusty bus had hauled to a stop, I knew that we were on the Tapanapa camp ground and that this was our stop. Strapping on the heavy, uncomfortable rucksack it sank in that I would be carrying this across twenty-three kilometres of rough terrain, in the hot, beaming sunlight.
Walking on the rocky, dirty brown path, I was completely oblivious to the fact that I passed a slippery reptilian, missing the creature by mearly the dirty socks around …show more content…
We had been on the final exhausting hike, the final stretch was the longest kilometer I have ever walked, every step taken was harder than the last. The group was chatting amongst each other about the first thing that they were going to do as soon as they had reached they’re humble abode. The first thing I was going to do was eat a warm, tasty home cooked meal and enjoy a cold shower. Once we had reached the final 100 meters the group had been rediscovering the unforgettable experiences we had created on our exhausting adventure. Once we had reached the destination and had rediscovered human civilization, I had been relieved that would have to walk any more agonizing steps. I had felt like my feet were on fire, like I had just walked on burning hot coals. The grumbling sound of the engine sounded all of us to our feet, the beautiful sight of the dusty old bus had brought joy to me knowing that I would be on a comfortable airconditioned bus. The ride home was rough and tiring. Overall I felt like the adventurous camp was a valuable bonding experience as I had also live and learned about the