So, the 15th of August came and there we were, us being us arrived half an hour late but little did we know the bus was an hour and a half late so it made no difference. The bus stopped in Birmingham, London and finally Dover. The bus was totally full with what would be our group for the week. We traveled for twenty five hours on the coach to the south of France and arrived early the next morning.
Every morning, we were reluctantly woken up at half seven and breakfast was at eightish. The food, mmmmm...the food was so amazing! I always ended up at the back of the queue and therefore had to clean up after EVERYBODY else but i loved it. The day times were spent doing water sport. On one of the days we went to Aqualand where most of my day was spent avoiding sunburn, (schedule= slow rubber ring rapids then suncream the slow rubber ring rapids then suncream etc etc.). Another day we went snorkeling on a black sand beach, (on like the second or third day or something) i was split up from all my friends so i ended up with all the London lads (a.k.a 5/10) who we were not fond of at first but they turned out to be so funny. the main activity we did was sailing, we went on fun boats, that are not fun, they just dont turn, pico, which ARE fun, they were tiny sailing boats that went real fast and on the catamarans, these HUGE sailing boats that were so good.
The people that looked after us (groupies) were great, they were all like 18-22 and were so much fun. They said if we were good all week we could go to the gorges, a lake that wasn't salty which where were all really exited about as we were in salt water the whole time. Our behavior all week was fine until THE NIGHT. Some of the people brought vodka with them and everyone was told to go to their tent a two, it turned out they all got drunk and two people were caught having sex. we all got shouted out by the george, the huge rugby player looking boss of the whole camp.....luckily, after hours of begging he still let us go to the gorges. it was suppose to take us an hour to get there but we got lost so we arrived two and a half hours late.
But it was gorgeous there, and we we got to go cliff jumping with rasta Ben, the coolest man on earth. This was the day that the whole group bonded, everyone just clicked...
Every night there was a disco, but we spent every night on a bench on a mound behind a bush. towards the end on the week we had made a little group, there was myself, Chris (who was one of the lads i shared a tent with and he is amazing) , Charlotte and Vanessa (the 'alcohol bringers' and they are also pretty awesome). I miss everyone so much. That week in France was the best week of my life...
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| Vanessa, Charlotte and Chris |
