So yeah, I could start again by saying "It has been a while since I've posted", but I'm making that too... redundant. So yeah, I went camping with my school about two weeks ago. It was in the midst of a desert, the sun boiling our heads like eggs. Basically, it was hot - burning hot. We started by going on a bus. I had a heavy rucksack and two massive water bottles. It was a 2day, 1 night hike and, to say the least, I enjoyed every second of it. It was painful, exasperating, fatiguing, prolonged albeit extremely fun. It created a divide between the physically fit and unfit people, and I could gladly say that I was the former. It was enjoyable, especially at night, when some of my friends brought a barbecue into the camp and we roasted chickens in the middle of the desert.So day 1 started off monotonously. We arrived at our starting point by bus. One really hilarious thing which occurred was when one really hot and fit instructor (it was female, for anyone doubting my evident sexuality) was introducing herself, we were all quiet and stood as a group and listened to her. And then, once she finished her introduction this white kid broke the silence by blurting out "dibs". The laughter which followed it was unforgettable. Following that we prepared ourselves by filling our water bottles and flushed out our bodily fluids into bushes. Unaware of the treacherous trail which were to follow, the nerve-wrecking journey we were about to be associated with, we embarked on a mission we thought would be simple and quick. We had never been so wrong. It was easy, to say the least. I could say we were tired in 10 minutes on our 3 hour trek. It was a walking group of 13, and it was arguably the finest group ever. There was a mixture of humour and seriousness. We trekked for a while with a GPS in our hands, navigating through the hoards of camels and their wild poops. We walked a lot: up and down dunes, near some dangerous dune-bikers, etc,. It wasn't as easy as we thought, especially when sand gets into our trainers and makes our toes numb. Our instructor, Matt (unfortunately we didn't get that fit one), was interesting and explained to us the rule of 3. You can survive: 3 minutes without air, 3 days without water and 3 weeks without food. He also told how to find if a berry is poisonous. First rub it on your skin and leave it for 12 hours; if there's a rash don't consume, if there isn't then rub it on your lips and leave it for 12 hours. If there isn't a rash again, you are free to consume.
We finally reached the campsite. We though it was going to be exquisite and a nice cosy environment after a long trek - nope. It was a regular campsite. It was as barren as Shashank's intelligence. They showed us our toilets. There were no toilets; we had to shit on the rocks behind this small thing. It was awful. I'm so glad I didn't need to take a dump. We set up our tent and I had this splitting headache. I took some Panadol and we waited for the sun to set. We set up a campfire and talked for a while. We set up a barbecue and roasted chicken. It was good, considering that it was in a desert and there were some serious fluctuations in the wind. We talked for a while and had a sexy time. I slept of early since I was fatigued. I was probably the first to dose off probably because half the people in the camp told me they saw me sleeping the following morning. 
The following morning arrived and I was the first to wake up. I just sat outside and brushed off all the sand of my bag. I brushed my teeth with my FINGER and ate SANDWICH. We packed out tent and we were of. It wasn't as hard compared to the other group, although we were using maps and bearings. It was easier and more enjoyable. On the way we had some camels follow us. One of the camels started licking my bag, which was weird. We marched quite a distance and finally we caught a glimpse of the bus. We ran for the bus - freedom! It was so tiring and we finally were on our way home.
