My First Camping Trip Essay
My First Camping Trip
We reached Buffalo Cave after about half an hour on the bus along a quiet country road. The camping ground was a clearing about 200 metres along the cave. So it was quiet except for the sound of nature all around us. Once in a while the faint rumble of a vehicle passing by on the distant road can be heard. There were about sixty of us, all Kesatria Team from our campus. We were divided into ten groups which comprises six people in a group. I was in the second group. We decided to choose our leader before we done another activity. Our leader gave us some general instructions before we set up our tents. For the first time in my life I helped to pitch the tents. My leader showed us how to do it. It was a wonderful experience as I listened to the sounds of the wildlife around me. I breathed in the fresh of country air and marveled at how beautiful nature was. The only thing that was not so pleasant was keeping away the mosquitoes that kept attacking me. It was and experience for me. I learned to tie knots, cut firewood, fetch water from the stream, make a fire and cook a meal. None of these I had to do at home. Modern living certainly deprived us of doing these things. Anyhow I could imagine how our ancestors lived when there were no modern conveniences. That evening I had dinner with members of my group beside the fireplace. The rice tasted half-cooked and the vegetables too soggy. The sardines were excellent though, taken straight from the can. However I was too hungry to complain. We finished all our food, half-cooked or otherwise. After dinner we assembled next to the Chief of Kesatria Negara to hear some of the rules. He also taught us some songs which we sang with gusto. We adjourned to our respective tents after singing session. That night I could not get to sleep at all. The others too could not sleep. The excitement of the day was lingered on. So we
We reached Buffalo Cave after about half an hour on the bus along a quiet country road. The camping ground was a clearing about 200 metres along the cave. So it was quiet except for the sound of nature all around us. Once in a while the faint rumble of a vehicle passing by on the distant road can be heard. There were about sixty of us, all Kesatria Team from our campus. We were divided into ten groups which comprises six people in a group. I was in the second group. We decided to choose our leader before we done another activity. Our leader gave us some general instructions before we set up our tents. For the first time in my life I helped to pitch the tents. My leader showed us how to do it. It was a wonderful experience as I listened to the sounds of the wildlife around me. I breathed in the fresh of country air and marveled at how beautiful nature was. The only thing that was not so pleasant was keeping away the mosquitoes that kept attacking me. It was and experience for me. I learned to tie knots, cut firewood, fetch water from the stream, make a fire and cook a meal. None of these I had to do at home. Modern living certainly deprived us of doing these things. Anyhow I could imagine how our ancestors lived when there were no modern conveniences. That evening I had dinner with members of my group beside the fireplace. The rice tasted half-cooked and the vegetables too soggy. The sardines were excellent though, taken straight from the can. However I was too hungry to complain. We finished all our food, half-cooked or otherwise. After dinner we assembled next to the Chief of Kesatria Negara to hear some of the rules. He also taught us some songs which we sang with gusto. We adjourned to our respective tents after singing session. That night I could not get to sleep at all. The others too could not sleep. The excitement of the day was lingered on. So we