My favourite part?
Orienteering lessons led us to Adam's Bluff, where I followed my children (14-16 year olds with little common sense) to ensure they escaped during the time limit. Since it was two and a half hours, with only 16 check points, I had little fear that they would have problems.
And fortunately, they didn't. That did not stop them from asking me if they were going in the right direction however, or if there was a shortcut, or if they needed to backtrack. As it was, my smiles are now considered portents of doom. The average conversation, went as thus:
'Emily, is this right? We're going downhill but it's going really far...'

*Smile* 'I don't know, is it? I mean, the path could be back, or it could be forwards, or it could be sideways...hey, do you like Disney? I love the Lion King! Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phraaaaaaase.'
If anything, the happiness confused them further, leading them to thinking I was giving them clues. It was a glorious time.
The actual hike was leech city, screams of horror (the high pitch meaning you couldn't tell whether it was a girl or guy) filling the air. Our parang man showed courage and great disdain for his fellow comrades, picking them up with his fingers, and flinging them away. Despite continuous stops, they arrived first, and so I set up my hammock and lounged. Plus, you get to go back to base and shower. Being an instructor holds so many more benefits.
Ciao for now!
Emily
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