Word Vomit

Going camping on the beach is not a fitting description for what took place this past weekend. Seriously, I could write a book. I can’t even properly describe it to Elliot when I talk to him on the phone. It. Was. Amazing. Here’s a brief run-down of events:

Woke up at 10 am on Friday (no school because of National Day)
Packed/bought supplies
Met the group at the MTR
Began the first leg of the journey to Choi Hung
Becci fainted; some one on the train hit the emergency stop button
Becci drank a Coke and felt better
We went and got lunch
Took a bus to Pak Au
Hiked for about two hours up then down a mountain (thank goodness there was an excellent path)
Saw amazing views and spiders
Wrote new lyrics to the all-time favorite “Down By the Bay”
Arrived at the beach
Set up camp
Went in the ocean
Body surfed
Got stung by a jellyfish
It got dark at 7
Played with glow sticks
Made a fire
Had a beach party
Slept
Woke up at 5am for sunrise
Spent the day on the beach
Made bracelets
Got sun burned
Collected more firewood
Ate dinner
Built a fire
Had a beach party
Went to sleep
Woke up at sunrise, went back to sleep because it was cloudy
Woke up later and went swimming
Booked a boat back to Wong Shek
Packed up camp
Had the scariest experience of my life (there was no dock and we had to board the boat in the surf)
Had a scary/great/weird boat ride
Did not end up in mainland China
Got off of the boat
Took a bus then the MTR back to North Point
Ordered a Pizza
Moved our mattresses into the living room
Watched television until it was time for bed.

And the whole time I laughed hysterically, bonded with friends, created way too many inside jokes, got incredibly sandy, and really missed people at home.