MAC Mag 06

We were lucky with the weather but there were smelly smells coming from something in
the car.
Thank you for taking me out to Owaka Heads to pull the net in.
I really enjoyed the parents’ skit at the end of the concert and how they all scared us
on the night walk
Thank you for driving a car full of young, loud and very energetic people all
over camp.
The dinners throughout the week were awesome.
One of the best times was at Purakanui Falls when Olly shrieked as soon as he
touched the water.
My highlight on camp was watching the male sea lions fight over the woman sea lion.
Playing in the sea with my friends was the first thing I thought I’d remember forever but
as the week went on I didn’t know what to choose.
I liked fishing and floundering the most. Miss Allen’s fire performance was so cool! The
dinners throughout the week were awesome.
The confidence course was lots of fun except at the end when I let go of the Tarzan
thing early and fell in the middle.
The prize for my favourite activity would have to be a tie between the day at Tautuku
beach, Surat Bay (sea lions) and all the free time. However my absolute highlight would
have to be the camp concert.
Getting up at 5.00 am was a struggle but we still managed to murder a couple of
flounders.
Delicious home food and baking.
Breathtaking!
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On Monday we went mining
On Tuesday we were whining
On Wednesday we had a bash
On Thursday David had a crash
On Friday we headed to our homes
And for the rest of the weekend we had sore bones.
Mikey Austin, 8GO
8CB - Camp Jet-Boating
Waves crashed furiously against the side of the small but speedy boat. Some
of the girls screamed as the wind ruffled our hair. Slowly we stepped onto
the fast, yellow and dazzling boats. The engines started. The screaming
died down. Our driver yelled the rules through the wind and rain to us as we
held on for dear life. Speeding through the cliffs and dodging rocks we felt
our tummies lurch and our hearts beat like drums. Large grey shapes and
shadows flashed by as the rain pounded on our faces ferociously, the wind
howling in our ears like wolves to the clear and shining moon. A new shape
came through the mist and flooded our boat fiercely. We felt like somebody
had poured a bucket of ice over our heads. Our clothes were soaking and
clinging to our freezing bodies. Eleven heads turned around to see another
boat speeding off gleefully. We looked at each other’s dripping and shivering
shapes. As we dared another scary spin we thought to ourselves about what
we would do to get them back……
Lisa Katie Rethwisch & Billie-Jean McHardy