Thursday, October 15, 2009

21/07/09

We woke up the one thing we didn't expect in the arctic: intense heat. Unfortunately that was only inside the tent as the weather was still terribly mediocre. A stove lesson was was scheduled at eleven where we realised that the stoves were more than your average camping stove. The lesson involved a lot of petrol pandemonium and some porridge with a very authentic smokey flavour.



Much of the day was spent sorting out base camp beginning with taking food from each group up from the van to camp. Thankfully "pirate", who we now know as Mark, told Tasha, Gabby, Laura, Gribbs and I to sort out the van. This involved us organising all the food into categories such as carbohydrates in boxes and carbohydrates in bags, you must understand that this is how girls do things. Little did we know are organisational skills would last less than a day. More importantly however we got to know all the different kinds of food on offer and we still don't know why we never got the real cereal...



Each group at base camp got a mess tent to keep their provisions in and we got to set up a Tipi. We were encouraged to set up the tipi over ground with the least abundance of heather, this ended up being a very exposed place. It was during lunch that we realised that these stoves were not going to be our best friends as soup was off the menu but there was some complementary pitta bread and corned beef. Thankfully dessert was a step up of digestive biscuits with a nutella topping.



That evening was make or break time, the decision on who was in what "Fire" was going to be announced. My tent had a mutual hostility towards the boys that had been plonked next to us. They were from Dunblane and it would be an overstatement to say they were useless. One was a bossy, egotistical golumn look-a-like and the other one was a gormless giant. Some how I will prove to the English kids that Scotland does have some decent men...



Anyway back to the meeting. It was organised to be at the "Tring" this was a collection of rocks which resembled an area where the Vikings would hold their Parliament meetings, hence the name "Tring" which is the Norse name for Parliament. Mike Devlin the trip leader was introduced himself, everyone else and everything else that might have been possibly rel event at the time. His tendency to ramble was apparent from an early stage. This was more obvious for Tasha and I who were eagerly waiting to find out the fate of the fires...

In the end it was not good. We were staying as we were. Tasha and I even tried to pull the "we have a personality clash with one of the members in our group" but we were told to try out tomorrow and if it is still apparent then they will see. A reluctant Okay and we headed off for our evening toilet break. A member of the leader team stood out from the others, not necessairly in a good way. Lets just say many of us were told to "Check out the BULGE!" Poor Alex was sporting simlilar thermal leggings and was concerned with the idea that he might have been walking around exposing too much aswell...

The waiting room was conveniently positioned next to the fire of 6's cooking area, that was until the toilet was moved further uphill. Anyway, this allowed us to chill with them, and this proved to be great fun. Further igniting our desire to be with laid back happy people. But we wanted to take, at least, Gabby with us to and this would leave a mere 5 in our old fire. This was not a popular idea with Mike. So we went to bed and hoped tomorrow wouldn't be too tough on us physically, due to our crippled state, and mentally, from you know who...

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