Freshers 2008 was absolutely massive. We had a full bus and quite
a few cars along as well. So when we were struggling to fill a bus
this year I was a little concerned but decided numbers counted for
nothing and Freshers 2009 was going to be great anyway!
It was the first club trip I'd taken as president, and the first
time I'd tried to lead a trip with so many people along. So I was a
little bit uptight however I thought I did quite well on the Friday
night and even getting people away from camp on Saturday morning. But
it didn't last long... Having only just crossed the Waiohine road end
bridge I was quite looking forward to the gentle stroll up to Totara
flats but that mood disappeared instantly when I turned around to
count 15 people on the swing bridge. Well in excess of it's safe
loading limit. After blowing my top and swearing a bit I decided it
was best I walk by myself for a bit and cool off :) So after a good
15 minutes of power along the track I was feeling much better and
found a good spot with a view over the river to await the arrival of
my group.
I managed to relax a bit after that and turn a blind eye to many
other mis-adventures. As always the stop on the river bank for lunch
was enjoyed by all. Adam took the opportunity to head up stream for a
fly fish (no joy), several people wet for a swim (not sure if any of
them meant to), and some people (who will remain nameless) tried to
catch an eel with... a biscuit.
Once at Totara flats I had my group pitch our fly and set up camp
fairly smartly so we could enjoy the rest of the afternoon without
fear of what the weather might do. A couple of us braved the cold
river water for a swim and some diving off the rocks on the far side.
I may have threatened to drag some of the watchers into the river and
when that didn't go down well I may also have found a very large rock
and dropped it in the river next to them producing a large splash of
water soaking the only one who didn't see it coming.
Dinner was quite varied between the groups and it was good to see
that nachos were present in more than one group. Some ate normal
tramping slops. My group ate well with four courses! We must of taken
our eyes of the pyro's for a moment because despite it still be very
light there was smoke coming from the river bank. The bonfire was
already well underway!
Several people had remembered to bring marshmallows so they made
the rounds. It was quite interesting seeing the different cooking
techniques, but I maintain that patience, slow cooking and not
letting it burn produces the best marshmallow.
Now I have to say a big up to Marty, Alan and Rob for being anti
social and staring the rock circle. There was much spare room around
the fire so they decided they hated us all and would started their
own circle off to the side, in the dark. As the night wore on more
and more people joined the rock circle and, as per the covenant of
the rock, those that left were promptly stoned to death. At some
point I stood up and realised I was quite drunk. Now the rest of the
night is a bit of a blur but I do remember agreeing to something
quite stupid. Rob and I were quite fond of our rocks, so much so we
decided that we really couldn't leave them behind and should take
them home with us...
I woke the next morning having completely forgotten this exchange,
thank god! But... Rob hadn't. Now neither of us were that keen to be
carrying a 13kg rock up and over to Holdsworth Lodge, but being men*
we would, of course, not admit it.
An uneventful, albeit slightly longer and more difficult, few
hours walk saw us at Holdsworth Lodge in time for a few quick
sausages before herding everyone down to the bus and hitting the road
back to Wellington.
* plural of "Man". Man defined below:
I don't live off of yogurt, diet coke, or cottage cheese.
I don't *** to my girlfriends about the size of my breasts.
I can get where I want to - north, south, east or west.
I don't get wasted after only 2 beers,
and when I do drink I don't end up in tears.
I won't spend hours deciding what to wear.
I spend 5 minutes max fixing my hair.
And I don't go around checking my reflection
in everything shiny from every direction.
I don't whine in public and make us leave early,
and when you ask why get all bitter and surly.
I'm glad I'm a man, I'm so glad I could sing.
I don't have to sit around waiting for that ring.
I don't gossip about friends or stab them in the back.
I don't carry our differences into the sack.
I'll never go psycho and threaten to kill you
or think every guy out there's trying to steal you.
I'm rational, reasonable, and logical too.
I know what the time is and I know what to do.
And I honestly think its a privilege for me
to have these two balls and stand when I pee.
I live to watch sports and play all sorts of ball.
It's more fun than dealing with women after all.
I won't cry if you say it's not going to work.
I won't remain bitter and call you a jerk.
Feel free to use me for immediate pleasure.
I won't assume it's permanent by any measure.
Yes, I'm so very glad I'm a man, you see.
I'm glad I'm not capable of child delivery.
I don't get all bitchy every 28 days.
I'm glad that my gender gets me a much bigger raise.
I'm a man by chance and I'm thankful it's true.
I'm so glad I'm a man and not a woman like you!
Jason
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