by David Geddes

Hi chaps, today when we woke up it promised to be a very nice day. We got up around about 9:00 am (in the morning) and we were all knackered. We had hot dogs for breakfast (and bread) and for the rest of the morning (until 12:30) we could explore Kanderstag and the campsite. My patrol went straight down the road and explored the Sweet Shops. I couldn’t get any with no money, but James Maher lent me some. Rob Nichols patrol also went down to the shops. A couple of people bought pen knives and quite a lot of people bought chocolates/sweets (for gifts) When we got back to the camp site we had lunch. It was Macaroni cheese (scrumptious). After everyone had washed up we had about 10 minutes to doss around whilst Duty Patrol finished clearing up. It took us another 39 minutes until everyone (Sue Jones) was ready to go. (When she came out it was with a nice hat and glasses which looked stupid for a hike.)

We set up into groups and set off. Half of us went up on the chair lift and half walked up (‘ard or wot!) Surprisingly we arrived at the alpine lake at the same time (well not surprisingly really.) At the top we all legged it down to the lake and got our kit off and some sad gits started splashing each other with water. Alistair pushed Dave in and he said “what the hell” and stared swimming.. He went across and back without freezing any parts of his body off. Everyone followed but couldn’t catch the super hero. That was the first part of the alpine high adventurer award. The only pussy Scout who didn’t go in was Alistair (I can’t be ‘ard) Forest, also Robin, Pete and the sad, sad WI wussed out.

When we got out it started to rain. We were all freezing now and legged it up to the Restaurant and tried to get warm. (Mission Impossible.) Unfortunately some people didn’t bring waterproofs or warm clothes (me and the Neal twins included). Supposedly the half of Scouts who walked up got the chairlift down. And vice versa. But Ollie Barnes hurt his toes and said he couldn’t walk down so ‘ard, ‘ard David said he would apple polish a bit more and said he would swap and walk down (‘ard or wot).

Before we came down some more sad gits Alli, Gareth, Graham (I can’t stop playing with knives, lighters or matches) Page, all bought totally illegal big chuda sheath knives with survival kits. Ali and Penneck took theirs back and Gareth got his confiscated by Jon Lynch. Graham Page swapped his for another commando knife which he thought was legal, showed PC Pete and found out it was still illegal. He got it confiscated and was very annoyed. At the bottom we all looked round the shops and went back in our own time. Rob Nichols bought a legal (but still a chuda) Swiss Army Penknife for £25. Graham also bought a new penknife and cut himself with it straight away (thick) then Bewley told him if it was still bleeding after 10 minutes his finger would fall off. Graham looked panicky and legged it to Brett (stupid idiot believed it). We also told him to put his hand above his heart. He looked a right ponce. When we got back to the campsite we had about 30 - 60 minutes to doss around and play football. We had a good game and then 2 Portuguese players came and they joined in. One was a good skill master but couldn’t pass and the other one (called Peter) was an all round player.

Later on some German people came but two of them refused to take their tops off so didn’t play. Hillier or Matt O scoring the best goals of the match. We got called for dinner which was rice, chicken stew and Swiss roll and Chocolate custard for pudding. My patrol had to wash up all the burnt pans (Damn!). Rob Nichols got in a major stropp, tipped a bowl of hot and dirty washing up water over Andy Boulcott and ran off for an hour. When all washing up was done we had flag break, when we were told about the high adventure around. Then we packed our kit (ours was already done) and we could do what we wanted until 10 p.m. I did this short script (yeah right chap).