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Nov. 29th, 2005 11:10 amI. Hate. Sandflies.
nuff said.
Foolishy sat around in sandals on saturday evening, resulting in feet which are now covered in sandfly bites, which are now hell bent on keeping me awake until three in the morning and driving me to distraction. I ended up sleeping with an ice pack between my feet and with a big woolly jumper on to compensate.
heaven help me if i ever get chicken pox, i don't think i'd cope.
Camp was good. Weather was good on saturday- overcast in the morning while we were bush wandering (not fast enough to be a bushwalk, let alone a hike), then it came out lovely and warm in the afternoon while we went swimming.
Fascinating Fact #1: the rainforest around the Myall Lakes is a Littoral Rainforest. Don't ask me what that means, but it is.
The long beach up there wasn't the greatest- the surf was pretty small, but close into shore and really messy. There was a bit of a rip running south, too. We had with us one Amy Baylik, a Rotary student from Illinois, who hadn't been to a beach in two or three years. She was petrified of the waves, got dumped a fair bit, but stuck at it. Even went back the next morning in the rain. She had me running up and down sanddunes and leaping off them like some kind of maniac, too. We went out to the beach on friday night, not to swim. The track to get there went right through the bush and up this great dune, then down a gully and onto the beach. It was a really weird trip in the dark, and running over the dunes even weirder. Then we lay out on the sand and stared at the sky, discovering how terrible we were at astronomy. We found Orion, and ruined Amy and Lindsay's image thereof by pointing out the saucepan. It took those two, who'd never seen it before, to find the southern cross, though. I spotted the Pleadies, which i haven't found since i was a little kid :D. And we saw a shooting star.
Friday night was a night of firsts: I had my first packet pasta meal experience, for the first time was required to use a cigarette lighter (failed utterly and went to find some nice sensible matches), and saw my first shooting star.
Great Special Amy Moment: went off camping with a gas stove and no gas bottle. Fortunately Collard had a gas stove, as did Matt, and on saturday Milo let me use his parafin one. However, my Foolishness was not as great as that of Collard and Aaron, who went camping and forgot their esky full of food. They brought the beer, but no food and no esky to keep it in.
Also commited a Special Amy Moment on saturday night, when i went to sit down and stopped in front of a chair to chat to Kath, and in the minute i was standing up Collard came along and reclaimed his chair, carting it off to sit in front of the stove. Not noticing it was gone, i sat down and went straight down to the ground.
It was a good weekend. Relaxing. A little weird, because my usual UYF associates weren't there- no Will, no Kris, no El, not even Rah. Buddy was there, and for some weird reason i kept calling him Andrew all weekend, when his name has always been Aaron. But 'twas good to see him all same, plus hang out with some of the others a bit. We had more of the older folk turn up on saturday, and Kath, Lock and Mike stayed the night. Mike gave us a very talented, if not the most wonderful listening (:P) harmonica performance (not much you can do with a harmonica... especially when he started on Scotland the Brave, it's a toss up which is more iritating, bagpipe or harmonica), on one of Mark Mylam's two harmonicas.
Lockie devised a system of Harmonica licensing to prevent noise pollution by unpracticed harmonica players like Mark :P
Mark's off to Brazil with Rotary in the new year. He knows only three words of portugese (Hello, party and poofter. We spent some time trying to make a sentence out of them that you might actually want to say, and so far failed), and knows nothing about Brazil except that there's coffee and mountains there, but he's off.
It poured down raining most of Saturday night, complete with thunderstorms, and all of Sunday. Taking down tents in the rain is highly amusing. It was pretty miserable, we were all soaked, Amy most of all, 'cos Mark tipped the tarp roof up and all the water ran off onto her. We had to wait a fair while for dad to get to us, too, all huddled under the tarp.
Came home and jumped straight into a hot shower, had a hot lunch and then lay on the lounge watching the cricket. Ended up napping for a while, but the silly phone woke me up.
Mmkay. Think that's all for today... lunch time. Leftover pie, yummy :D :D
nuff said.
Foolishy sat around in sandals on saturday evening, resulting in feet which are now covered in sandfly bites, which are now hell bent on keeping me awake until three in the morning and driving me to distraction. I ended up sleeping with an ice pack between my feet and with a big woolly jumper on to compensate.
heaven help me if i ever get chicken pox, i don't think i'd cope.
Camp was good. Weather was good on saturday- overcast in the morning while we were bush wandering (not fast enough to be a bushwalk, let alone a hike), then it came out lovely and warm in the afternoon while we went swimming.
Fascinating Fact #1: the rainforest around the Myall Lakes is a Littoral Rainforest. Don't ask me what that means, but it is.
The long beach up there wasn't the greatest- the surf was pretty small, but close into shore and really messy. There was a bit of a rip running south, too. We had with us one Amy Baylik, a Rotary student from Illinois, who hadn't been to a beach in two or three years. She was petrified of the waves, got dumped a fair bit, but stuck at it. Even went back the next morning in the rain. She had me running up and down sanddunes and leaping off them like some kind of maniac, too. We went out to the beach on friday night, not to swim. The track to get there went right through the bush and up this great dune, then down a gully and onto the beach. It was a really weird trip in the dark, and running over the dunes even weirder. Then we lay out on the sand and stared at the sky, discovering how terrible we were at astronomy. We found Orion, and ruined Amy and Lindsay's image thereof by pointing out the saucepan. It took those two, who'd never seen it before, to find the southern cross, though. I spotted the Pleadies, which i haven't found since i was a little kid :D. And we saw a shooting star.
Friday night was a night of firsts: I had my first packet pasta meal experience, for the first time was required to use a cigarette lighter (failed utterly and went to find some nice sensible matches), and saw my first shooting star.
Great Special Amy Moment: went off camping with a gas stove and no gas bottle. Fortunately Collard had a gas stove, as did Matt, and on saturday Milo let me use his parafin one. However, my Foolishness was not as great as that of Collard and Aaron, who went camping and forgot their esky full of food. They brought the beer, but no food and no esky to keep it in.
Also commited a Special Amy Moment on saturday night, when i went to sit down and stopped in front of a chair to chat to Kath, and in the minute i was standing up Collard came along and reclaimed his chair, carting it off to sit in front of the stove. Not noticing it was gone, i sat down and went straight down to the ground.
It was a good weekend. Relaxing. A little weird, because my usual UYF associates weren't there- no Will, no Kris, no El, not even Rah. Buddy was there, and for some weird reason i kept calling him Andrew all weekend, when his name has always been Aaron. But 'twas good to see him all same, plus hang out with some of the others a bit. We had more of the older folk turn up on saturday, and Kath, Lock and Mike stayed the night. Mike gave us a very talented, if not the most wonderful listening (:P) harmonica performance (not much you can do with a harmonica... especially when he started on Scotland the Brave, it's a toss up which is more iritating, bagpipe or harmonica), on one of Mark Mylam's two harmonicas.
Lockie devised a system of Harmonica licensing to prevent noise pollution by unpracticed harmonica players like Mark :P
Mark's off to Brazil with Rotary in the new year. He knows only three words of portugese (Hello, party and poofter. We spent some time trying to make a sentence out of them that you might actually want to say, and so far failed), and knows nothing about Brazil except that there's coffee and mountains there, but he's off.
It poured down raining most of Saturday night, complete with thunderstorms, and all of Sunday. Taking down tents in the rain is highly amusing. It was pretty miserable, we were all soaked, Amy most of all, 'cos Mark tipped the tarp roof up and all the water ran off onto her. We had to wait a fair while for dad to get to us, too, all huddled under the tarp.
Came home and jumped straight into a hot shower, had a hot lunch and then lay on the lounge watching the cricket. Ended up napping for a while, but the silly phone woke me up.
Mmkay. Think that's all for today... lunch time. Leftover pie, yummy :D :D