School Campy, w00t. part two.
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bliumchikDay 2 21 Oct 2004
After a surprisingly good breakfast (I don't know what the eggs were swimming in, but the sausage, despite everyones protests, was quite good - reminded me of russian barbecues) we got on the coaches, whereupon my umbrella and discman turned up, and headed off to the Bathurst goldfields. We made damper (and mud bricks, and tents) under the instructions of "Uncle Bill" as part of the "Mining life experience" and I ate two other peoples pieces cus they inexplicably didn't want them. They werent even burnt! And it appears I'm a natural at shovelling mud and straw. Yay. Also our tent had a flagpole which Jenny insisted was a mailbox.
We then went through the museum, completely failing to steal any rocks, and went panning for gold (which had been carefully sprinkled in the creek beforehand) and happily got our knees wet. Uncle Bill (or was it Jim?) showed us a display of a chinese claim, complete with what appeared to be a giant hamster wheel.
Jason, our daredevil bus-driver, overtook the other coaches during the scenic trip around the well-named Mount Panorama, and the scenery was pretty.We went to these random caves, which were, like, cool and shit. We sang the school song in The Cathedral. Us = dorks. But the subterranean water thing was really cool, and blue, and cool, and ripply, and cool. Then we had lunch, got bitten by highlighter-coloured parrots, and saw a random japanese garden which contained carp, and Shelly and Sarita got owned by the sprinklers.
Arrived at lodgings - we got a separate cabin with a little lounge area and a kettle and everything. Dinner was weird freaky chili chicken, smushed peas and tasteless potatoes garnished with a complete and utter lack of butter (not to mention serviettes). The ice cream was good though.
I got jumped up and down on by pms around talent-quest time, and sat with my head in my hands throughout Eight Grade Meat and Kylies one-woman-play about a chinese guy in an elevator, complete with crappy pick-up lines. For no readily apparant reason.
Back at the cabin I won my first game of chinese checkers, and several of big two, but noone would let me teach them durak. Shelly asked if I was alright so I guess my mood must have been showing through, but then we all went to sleep anyway.
There was a swimming pool at the place, but it rained, so we passed. Quote of the day: "I want a puddle."
After a surprisingly good breakfast (I don't know what the eggs were swimming in, but the sausage, despite everyones protests, was quite good - reminded me of russian barbecues) we got on the coaches, whereupon my umbrella and discman turned up, and headed off to the Bathurst goldfields. We made damper (and mud bricks, and tents) under the instructions of "Uncle Bill" as part of the "Mining life experience" and I ate two other peoples pieces cus they inexplicably didn't want them. They werent even burnt! And it appears I'm a natural at shovelling mud and straw. Yay. Also our tent had a flagpole which Jenny insisted was a mailbox.
We then went through the museum, completely failing to steal any rocks, and went panning for gold (which had been carefully sprinkled in the creek beforehand) and happily got our knees wet. Uncle Bill (or was it Jim?) showed us a display of a chinese claim, complete with what appeared to be a giant hamster wheel.
Jason, our daredevil bus-driver, overtook the other coaches during the scenic trip around the well-named Mount Panorama, and the scenery was pretty.We went to these random caves, which were, like, cool and shit. We sang the school song in The Cathedral. Us = dorks. But the subterranean water thing was really cool, and blue, and cool, and ripply, and cool. Then we had lunch, got bitten by highlighter-coloured parrots, and saw a random japanese garden which contained carp, and Shelly and Sarita got owned by the sprinklers.
Arrived at lodgings - we got a separate cabin with a little lounge area and a kettle and everything. Dinner was weird freaky chili chicken, smushed peas and tasteless potatoes garnished with a complete and utter lack of butter (not to mention serviettes). The ice cream was good though.
I got jumped up and down on by pms around talent-quest time, and sat with my head in my hands throughout Eight Grade Meat and Kylies one-woman-play about a chinese guy in an elevator, complete with crappy pick-up lines. For no readily apparant reason.
Back at the cabin I won my first game of chinese checkers, and several of big two, but noone would let me teach them durak. Shelly asked if I was alright so I guess my mood must have been showing through, but then we all went to sleep anyway.
There was a swimming pool at the place, but it rained, so we passed. Quote of the day: "I want a puddle."
