Brownsea Island: Day 15
Day 15 (7th of August):
Do you know what it’s like waking up and having forgotten to take your contact lenses out? Well it damn well hurts. And I had managed to do just that… Now isn’t that clever? Never the less I had to get my gear together, find Sameer (the dude who pushed me off the wall) so we could get a ride with Mr. Joe Roberts Roberts. Because this was indeed the day that we would go to WSJ (for me it was the second time, but still).
Going to the jamboree we stopped by Chelmsford to get some food (ended up at Burger King *sighs*) mainly because Mr. Roberts wanted to buy alcohol. In the end we ended up spending more then an hour in Chelmsford, which we all agreed to be rubbish, especially as Mr. Roberts in the end just bought alcohol from a store outside Chelmsford.
When I finally arrived at the camp I limped over to my tent which was still there (and limped, as my poor leg had been in an awkward position for a very long time). But as soon as I had arrived I walked around finding people I know. I first found Ben Lommelen and talked to him, I then staggered off to the opposite end of the camp, (HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE camp) to find Kristian Lund, encountering Kåre on the way, where I also met Elin Paulsen. By then I did feel mighty hungry, and went back to eat some food where by chance Kåre was with his gang of Finnish people and his Finnish girlfriend. After that I had to go back to the dummy Big Ben to find the other staff people from Brownsea Island. When I got there I discovered that I had left dinner to go far away, just to be told that I had to go back and eat dinner (we had to gather so we could go eat dinner, lovely right?).
On the way to the closing ceremony we walked by a band who knew some people from the brownsea staff (and most likely they knew them), resulting in them playing the empire tune from star wars, followed by the theme to the Austin Powers movies. Onto the main arena it was a long wait before the show kicked off, and just before it did, we were told to move somewhere else and went to sitdown (AW, MY LEG) close the scene, and just after we had sat down it started raining; in fact not just raining, it started pouring down.
But I must say that the show was a very varied experience, some parts were good,
such as the show from the Hong Kong contingent, while the indonesian and the mexican measured quite low on my scale. A lot of short clips from around the Jamboree (and 1 music video) were also shown illustrating what some scouts had been doing (Please note that it didn’t happen in this order). Thencame the ceremony where England passed on its duties as host for the WSJ to Sweden
which will be hosting it in 2011, a very nice ceremony where the built a big wooden bridge in almost no time and lit some torches (the wooden type).
Then came what I dread most onto the stage… First that chump Peter Duncan
came onto the stage to talk to the various swedes etc. followed by the Italian Eduardo Missoni, who annoys me even more. He is the leader of WOSM and his English
is worse then that of a 10 year old Danish child, and then just the way he speaks, and what he says there is in plan for scouting worldwide. I do know that scouting is about leaving the world better then we found it, but he takes it to such impossible extremes… Those two just make me sick, and luckily for me (not…. really) they are the two main people at the 21st WSJ.
After the show the entire camp just shut down and everybody went to bed,
I must say that I had expected the IST people to be very lively all night long, but people just want to bed. I remember in Thailand after the closing ceremony, the camp just exploded into a giant fury of a party, so much better; but memories usually are.
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