Yet despite all the challenges that camping in the wild entails, for me personally it was still an oddly enthralling experience - bordering on bewitching in fact. It may have been the crisp mountain air in the morning or the whistling sounds of wildlife under a starry sky at night that enticed me to come back another year after having suffered through Bronze in year 10. Even though trekking does come with its difficulties , I would highly recommend it to anyone wishing to have an incredible once in a lifetime experience or simply skip three days of school.
P.S: The desperation and boredom due to a lack of WiFi and 3G lead me down the dark route of composing a meager poem which I was told I could include, so lo and behold:
Trekking. How charming! how endlessly fun!
We walked and limped and crawled and soldiered through
Rocky roads, prickly pine woods - heat of sun!
Until our distant rest we marched till two!
Backs burdened by an eager camper’s load,
Curevely crippled though with old age bent;
Fumbling , trudging , panting , crying pains untold,
We moped, moaned and meandered our ascent.
Yet with sour day’s sweet end on tip of tongue
We walked and limped and crawled and soldiered through.
Hell bent; a carrot on a stick we clung…
Euphoria! Bid our ordeal adieu!
Dare claim all that suffering insufficient,
The crackly choirs of our cries, abundant.