Day 2 began with the usual very loud bus trip consisting of music that only God can love!
Upon arriving at camp, the usual morning routine with Captain Sook and Wally unfolded, and after that the team headed to the increasingly more distant and fairly functionless gunyah. It seems that it is just a place that the kids want to temporarily store their bags, keep tyres (more about that later) and see what kind others have made.
We participated in "team time", which I hope the kids are deriving some value from and headed of to construct the now legendary treasure boxes.
The treasure boxes are quite a tricky thing to construct, and even with the cutting out and scoring pre-done by the wonderful craft ladies, it still takes some time. Still my team I think got a good result. To their delight/chagrin tomorrow, we'll spend some time decorating them.
After the treasure boxes, we returned to the gunyah to get our lunch and joined the very long queue for sausage cooking facilities. After waiting for too long, we decided to make our damper, which today had added m&ms. It was quite the opposite of mondays, with little charcoal on the outside, but a little bit of gooiness in the middle. It was still yummy though.
Eventually, we cooked and ate our sausages, although we did not set any records for consumption.
We skipped the billy tea today, and no-one seemed to care (myself included).
After lunch and another trip back to the gunyah and back, we went for a hike with some other teams.
All was going normal until a huge cache of tyres were discovered. Now embedded in South Burnett Day Camp lore is the tyre. It is an object of desire, the ultimate status symbol with which to adorn your gunyah. It is the target of theivery and requires great protection. Naturally, the children were overjoyed at discovering such a large stash of unguarded tyres. And they rolled them along with them on the hike and I discovered that stopping a rolling tyre that is coming towards you is better left unattempted. I hadn't had a day camp injury from a tyre before today. A few of the younger girls wanted a tyre, but didn't have the strength or patience to get it back to camp. Therefore I ended up carrying two tyres back to camp like a challenge on some tv show.
The hike pretty much brought us up to the end of the day, where after the normal afternoon routine, we boarded the bus. BUT not the normal Kingaroy bus, we were the guests on the Wondai/Murgon bus. Let me say that they are a much more civilised bunch with a lot less singing which I appreciated after a long day.
Tomorrow is the "Pieces of Eight" game day and pizza pockets, let's see how that turns out.
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