This past week we went to the Drakkensburg, in freakin' all-my-life-I've-had-to-struggle humidity of Kwa-Zulu-Natal, to do canopy tours, absailing, that foefie slide thing, paintballing and have our spines put out of alignment.
It was great because I did things like ride wires through the jungles, bond with my classmates, pretend to be deployed in Iraq, build rafts and have moments of strange magic looking at the stars you never see in the city and dancing around a campfire with your friends to One Republic songs.
It sucked because we all lived on top of each other, pretended to be deployed in Iraq (during paintball I got shot in the back, forehead and both thighs - thanks, friends), slept on mattresses taken from the set of The Flintstones and do an eight kilometer hike.
It was Shannon's birthday on Wednesday and her mom packed the cutest sash for her and she got this amazing tiara from Kaitlyn. Here she is looking for signal because we never got any 3G out there.
I wish I could say this last one was planned but, alas, no, my friends are just some strange (often) angry people.
Oh, there was a heated pool and giant slide. That was good too.
Kooky times in the dorms.
And that was camp.
I apologise for all the photos since most of them have nothing to do with anything in my blog land but, eh, it's my party, I can cry if I want to.