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all the tents look the same...
My brilliant father had booked the cheapest tickets from cairns to sydney, and made sure i would arrive at the camp on the 31st. or so he thought... landed in sydney around 9 pm, two hours after the opening ceremony. of course no one had replied to any of the e-mails i sent to the camp, and i couldn't see anyone in the airport looking even remotely scout-like, so my father went to get a rental car. and off we went... with both a gps and directions, it really hsouldn't be that hard to find our way to wollongong, or something in that direction. unless you're in my family. got lost four times before we'd even left the airport... and from then on it went downhill. did not manage to get on the motorway we were supposed to, but we did find a highway thanx to the gps.
Scout camp food, with the use-by-date stamped directly onto the pasta, not on the bag...
and it went fairly well for a while, at least we were going in the right direction... the problems started when we suddenly were in wollongong, and the gps started sending us around in circles, thanx to the very unprecise location my dear brother had plotted into the damn device. after a lot of arguing and annoyances from the whole family, except my mum who (thank god) kept her mouth shut since she didn't know where we were either, we managed to plot the right place into the gps, and started off again, out of wollongong and back on the highway. when we finally came to the place we were supposed to get onto another road my dear father managed to get on a much bigger highway back to sydney instead. this is were my mum started arguing, since her sense of direction clearly stated that that should not have happened. by then it was 12.30 at night, and we were all pretty pissed off with anyone and everyone, and i couldn't wait to get out of the car. of course we had to drive 20ks towards sydney before there was an exit were we could turn around... but after that it went fairly smoothly... when wee got to the first gate of the camp i was so desperate to get out of the car that i didn't even want to find out if it was possible to drive any further, so i just got out and grabbed my bags, said goodbye and started walking!

two minutes later i had calmed down enough to realise that i was walking in blinding darkness, in thongs with blisters, with a 25kg backpack, in the woods in the middle of nowhere, in a country were i don't know shit about which plants will sting me and which animals might kill me...

so i just kept on walking, decided to keep to the paved road just in case... after a while i heard music, really loud, and pretty bad music. so i just kept walking towards it, and called up my friend to tell her i was there, finally. she told me she would come and get me in about five minutes. so i kept walking... but it didn't take long for a car to pull up, load my crap and drive us the final two(!) minutes to the camp. finally there we went to the cafe where i met a few of her friends, one of which had a free space in her tent so i had a place to crash for the night. Also met a guy who said he'd been at the airport to pick me up, but because he spent so much time running around the international terminal looking for someone else, he'd been at the domestic about an hour after i left. and still he made it back to the camp before me...
went to the pub and had a beer, but was really a bit too tired to enjoy it fully.
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all the tents look the same...
all the tents look the same...
Scout camp food, with the use-by-d…
Scout camp food, with the use-by-…
Cataract Scout Park
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