Embracing your Weirdness

Package holidays have gained a reputation over the years. They are seen as the haven of the family, visions of harassed mothers. ballroom dancing, karaoke, and kids clubs all spring to mind at the very thought. I imagine in the summer the package holiday would be something reminiscent of a nightmare – at least for me.

But in the winter, it turns out its actually quite a pleasant experience. Four of us travelled to Tunisia (yes, I went with people this time!) for one weeks full-board at the Hotel Tour Khalef in Sousse courtesy of Thomson.

Now I’m not going to go into the details – that would be boring. But I’m going to pass on a few tips to make the most of the package holiday.

We were lucky – our hotel had two great Dance Leaders (for the ‘young at heart’ travellers) who did a number of walking tours of local sights (for free no less) – and very helpfully around the hotel complex itself (so on our first day we found the cheapest water, the local Internet cafe, and had an idea about what to expect from the local area).

As on all package tours you have the trips and tour organised by the operator. We did a couple of these – well – one day trip and a couple of activities. The best activity we did (well it was so good we did it twice) was a quad biking trip. If you imagine quad biking here – usually a ‘dirt track with a couple of bumps’ to quote James. In Tunisia, to borrow an Americanism – it was Awesome! We were riding for a good hour, down dirt tracks off-road, with huge holes and steep hills, even a bit of riding on actual roads!

Some of the trip was decidedly tacky – the Reps gave a ‘welcome’ sales pitch – of the more expensive excursions, there was Karaoke and Kids Clubs, and all that malarkey going on. To be honest though, all these things are what you make of them – we went Ballroom dancing and Line dancing and thoroughly enjoyed it even if it did prove that I had two left feet!

All in all it was a good holiday. We did a lot and saw a lot. It was a quiet time of year with it being the week before Christmas. I would never try it in the summer, and a week was the right length of time. If I was there for longer I think I’d need to go off and do some proper travelling and not stick to the tour operator plans.

Oh yeah – and one other note – go swimming in the sea the week before Christmas, even in Tunisia, it doesn’t half look odd!

Watching CSI last night I watched the episode “Turn of the Screws”, which involves rollercoaster’s. At the end Grissom is talking to the guy who maintains the rollercoaster, and they talk about great ‘coasters. Right at the end they mention ‘The Beast’ and ‘Son of Beast’, two of the ‘coasters at Kings Island, Cincinnati, OH.

I have ridden both of those ‘coasters (before Son of Beast was involved in an accident that hurt a bunch of people about a week after I rode it). The Beast was a really cool ride. It was fast, wooden, and really quite cool. Son of Beast on the other hand was too big, too fast, and too furious. I felt like my brain had been bounced around inside of my head when I got off. John had hurt his knees. I think we all felt pretty battered. Maybe a trip in a washing machine would have been more comfortable. But the park was really quite cool. It was definitely an experience to remember with lots of different rides (which really were quite different not the same on a theme like some parks.

I think the main thing about my trip was the variety of things I did. Much more than I would have done back home in the same amount of time! I went to places I have seen on TV, and I now here them talk about on shows. How cool is that?! Same sort of thing with New York and Chicago – I now see those places on TV and in movies.

While I was working in America, every morning at breakfast, somebody had a big idea for the day. The idea is to inspire the boys, to give them something to think about as they start the day. I gave a big idea once a week. It is something I really do believe in.

I’ll tell you my big idea for today…

“My big idea is… ‘To take advantage of every opportunity’.

At Camp – to do merit badges and other fun activities

Through Scouts – to do fun things, see places, and grow as a person

In life – seize new challenges and experiences and make the most of them

So take advantage of every opportunity and you never know where you’ll end up!”

I did the same big idea each week for each new group of boys. I always did it on a Wednesday, in the (probably futile) hope that it would inspire just one boy to come to my presentation on the UK that evening. What I didn’t realise was quite how much of an impact it had on the other staff members. I guess I noticed that a couple of people started saying “take advantage of every opportunity” in a very ‘English’ accent for a couple of weeks but in the last week I was lucky enough to have my Big Idea stolen and given to the entire breakfast sitting in an ‘English’ accent.

It seems that my idea really did get remembered. Maybe because I have a different accent to everyone else, or maybe because it is actually a really great piece of advice.

So there you go – take advantage of every opportunity and you never know where you’ll end up!

Baseball fields – and lots of them

Straight lines – fields, streets, to the point where wonky lines look odd (and you can easily spot rivers!)

Urban developments that look like the house grew in the middle of a field (sometimes combined with wonky lines)

It’s all so different. There is so much space. It’s not like home where we are all trying to cram in a finite amount of space. Although it’s not limitless, it is vast enough that new developments are not quite as bad

And those long straight lines that I would love to drive a fast car on!

The above were my initial thoughts on the flight over the US for the first time, over two months ago. On the way back the same things came to mind.

America is, for the most part, purpose built for the modern world, and modern transport. The roads are wide and straight, suited to cars and trucks not horse and cart as a lot of the UK roads are. Fields are divided in straight lines, there aren’t really hedges to act as boundaries, and the fields are big. Huge in fact. And in Illinois, with corn growing in them, they seem to go for miles in both width, length, and also in height.

Its actually quite neat. I liked it. It made sense and fitted into my sense of order in the Universe.

That’ll do for now I think!

Two months ago I set off on my ‘great adventure’. I must admit I was nervous to begin with, and once I got there I did wonder if I’d bitten off more than I could chew. But a few days in, work projects, songs, lesson plans were sorted. I had received training in running COPE games (team-building games), learnt how to look after Scout Troops from arrival through to departure (Commissioning), and all too soon the first Troops were at the gates and the Camp season has officially begun.

Five weeks of Boy Scout camps, two Cub Scout adventure sessions, and one parent and pal camp later, it was all over. Cleaning up and putting things away was the oder of business, and we all headed our separate ways, some locally, some to national events, and some to places a little further away.

So after visits to Chicago and New York, on the 8^th August I landed in back home in sunny (actually it was quite nice) Bristol. And the real world beckons. But the adventure is far from over. In fact, life is the great adventure and it only goes on.

I’ve written a lot of the entries that I want to post… and some that maybe I don’t… which I will post over the next few days and weeks. A lot of stuff happened; some of it will mean nothing to anyone but… well… me. Anyway I’ll keep the stuff coming as long as: a) I have stories to tell, and b) people find it interesting.

Hope you enjoy

It been a really busy time over here at Camp Drake, but I’m having a great time. I miss home a lot now though, and Camp food and Fast food is beginning to get a bit wearing!

I’ve written loads of entries for this blog, but never seem to have them with me when I can get to a computer. Also around 900 photos at the moment, and still another 3 weeks.

3 weeks isn’t that long though, the time has simply flown by. Its been hard work but so worth it. But it will be really good to get back to normality, and thats not too far away.

I’ve had tha chance to do lots of fun things, but I still haven’t been on a float trip yet – which will have to happen next week, because I won’t get the opportunity again.

Most tourists never get to see how a culture really works. They see the sights and thats about all it there is to them. Smalltown USA is how it really is, day to day, for so many people. Where I went you can leave your home unlocked all day and not worry, and the worst crime to report is driving too fast. There is an immense patriotism, complete openness, they will take you into their homes willingly and you feel immediatly welcome. As much at home as you can be in a foreign country anyway.

The country is vast, the towns sprawling, the corn growing, and it is getting warmer. Especially here in Illinois.

And they have some really long trains. I’m sure I saw a train that would probably stretch the length as Bath!

Anyway, thats all I’ve got time for at the moment.

One week down already… 51 days until I get home.

After about 17 hours travelling in finally arrived at Camp Drake last Tuesday. It was 10 pm local time (about 6 hours behind UK) so my body thought it was about 4am!!

It was a really cool flight over. I had a whole 3 seats to myself for the first flight, a window seat for the second, and a single seat on the last. Those Airports were huge. Newark has a train to take you between terminals, and Chicago was just huge. It took almost as long to Taxi round the Airport, as it did to fly down to Champaign.

Camp Drake is a really nice place. Its HOT here, but, when it rains, boy does it rain. I am teaching Citizenship in the World, and Communications BSA (Boy Scouts of America) merit badges. Its actually quite good now I’ve got used to it!

I miss all at home though, especailly J, and Mum and Dad. I have to call on this phone with a lot of interference so its a bit like talking to a fog, but it is nice to hear an English accent!

I’ve already visited an American Bar, a McDonalds, Fizollis (fast-food style Italian – which was an experience) – But I do miss English food – I’ll never complain again I promise!!

I’ve got some really cool random observations to post when I get a chance, but there’s no proper internet at camp so it may be a while.

I’m at the Airport, through security and my flight is in about an hour. My documents have been checked about half a dozen times but all that awaits now is getting on the flight (and then clearing US immigration, getting an onward boarding card, and two more flights… but not much really!).

It still doesn’t really seem real. Two months, 8 weeks… its not actually that long really. As J. said, It will be a really busy time and it will fly by! It’s just a bit surreal.

More than a bit surreal. In fact, decidedly odd.

Onwards and upwards.

The Great Adventure starts at 10:5o tomorrow!

Updates as and when!