My first night at camp
Posted by Edda on Tuesday 31st January, 2006 at 00:00:00
I was a very naive 15 year old when I first came to camp. The camp rules were very strict. The first night almost became my last!
We arrived on friday night (Camp started on a Saturday in those days) and after we had given our passports and money to the bank, we got our camp ID, the camp rules and were assigned to a village. My first village was Brighton.
There were no activities for that night so we sat around in front of one of the tents, smoking and talking.
From one of the tent a Spanish boy asked if someone could bring him a cigarette... So I lit one, and brought it in to him.
At that exact moment the campers outside the tent spotted the camp boss Ken Harvey, accompanied by 2 strong guys and a fierce Alsatian doing there night watch round and heading straight for our village.
Boy, was I in trouble. Breaking 2 of the most important rules. There was no way to get out of the tent unseen. I would surely be sent home on the first boat back if they discovered me.
The boys in the tent covered me with blankets and luggage. I held my breath and they pretended sleeping while Ken and his men checked all the tents.
Of course they noticed one girl missing from the village, but their torches could not discover me under all the luggage in the boys tent fortunately......
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