Then our group threw spears and touched snakes. We slept in cold cabins and came home.
I did not photograph everything because for some reason me an one of the camp directors became instant nemesis's, so much that during the racket that was a drumming circle he managed to hear just me and asked if I could stop because I wasnt doing it right - to which I replied no. He got upset and left the room. I got upset and left the room later only to be asked by the drum leader to sit in the middle and play some more-right next to my buddy the nemesis.
Fun had by all.
So we came home and I made Oso Buco with Jasmine rice.






