Year 13 Tongariro Camp: Day 3
This day was very... full. So full in fact, that a blog post was forgotten in the chaos. Possibly this was the chaos of a very intense poker game. Possibly not.
The sanity of some students was deeply challenged. Upon a graceful stroll through Mt Ruapehu's tussocky foothills, a group measuring plant sizes found something else to measure, encountering a group of (mixed gender) naturists in their full glory, enjoying nature the way it was intended: butt naked.
The Tongariro crossing group enjoyed a trouble (and nudist) free day, with some students braving the harsh environment and swimming in a crater lake (name drop - head boy). Other activities included attempting to push into said lake a 6 tonne boulder. Needless to say this failed miserably.
Rafters enjoyed a white water filled journey over 16 km of river, including a stretch running through Tongariro Prison. No hitchhikers were picked up.
Anticipation is ramping up for tomorrow, as the last group prepares to cross Tongariro, and tensions run high amongst sleep deprived grumpy teenagers who are attempting to prepare skits for a show tomorrow night. However this did not stop the six hardy young men sleeping in the wilderness from debating the meaning of Life, The Universe and Everything into the early hours of the morning. The answer was unanimously decided as 42.
Year 13 Tongariro Camp: Day 4
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As far as last days go, this was one.
The Tongariro crossing today was probably the most eventful of all. As far as mountains go, this one has grown close to us: we swam in its lakes, kissed its rocks, peed in its soil. But this didn't stop us from knocking the bastard off one last time. However, it so happened that one particular individual suffered from a spell of light-headedness; meaning, in this case, a complete lack of consciousness and collapsing to the ground. Several times. However he/she/it pulled through to complete the crossing with great form. Big ups.
The biology fieldwork group today was under some internal meltdown as an overeager Geo teacher caused them to walk a very very long way. Some caved in. (LOL!!!!)
The debauched evening was embellished by the acting out of several skits, which happened to include speed-dating grappling hooks, spatchula spanking zombies, lazy-eyed super heros and multitudes of satirical piss-takes at students and teachers alike. Speed-dating won.
Overall this has been an awesome camp experience. We are sure that many who have embarked with us will leave changed people, and we speak for everyone when we say that we will never forget this most incredible week of our lives. This has been a week of trials and tribulations but the friendly, high spirited atmosphere here now proves that tiredness, pain and 20 km walks can't keep the eternal spirit of youth (and the young at heart... Collier... Brooks....) down. Ever.
Thanks to the possible two (maybe one) people that may have been following this blog.
This is Luke Hiscox and Fraser Williams..... Signing off.
P.S Barbara Streisand