#54 ~ Campout Obhur II
I looked at the title of this post and I read it as "kam-poot". I, of course, meant camp-out. Ah, the wicked ways of the dash.
This is a continuation of the previous post. Below is a photo of the Tug of War that we lost. In retrospect, maybe we lost because instead of helping out my ilk, I stood there taking pictures. Hmm.
Here's why I don't enjoy the outdoors: food preparation. It's way too much work, even though I very rarely help out. Very rarely meaning Never. Just looking at people fuss over food tires me out. And then there's the cleaning up part. *shiver*
So what is it with boys and this fascination with fire? It apparently doesn't matter how old a boy gets. They're drawn to it, like moths. Like how I'm helplessly drawn to James Franco.
By sunset, everyone was chilling. By the sea, by the jetty, by the tents.
These things made us want to jump on them and train for the Chinese army, Mulan-style. Never mind the fact that none of us were Chinese, and that the Chinese army would probably never accept us, even if we were. XD
The jetty be crooked. It was sturdy enough, considering how old and unused it is, but I was still freaked out about it.
Also, we can honestly say that we didn't start the fire. (Steve and Helmy did. In fact, they got it going forever.)








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