went to the hospice today and had team building sesh
we played "cross the amazon river"
where we had to hold hands and step on pieces of paper (rocks).
only catch is once the "rock"is activated there must be constant pressure if not than the rock will sink.
it's just one of those 'work as a team and communicate effectively' activities...
but then i realised that i won't play any of those games ever again,
at least never the same as the ones we played during mg camps. =(
i miss camps so much.
the games,
the "who can sleep the least" nights,
the lectures,
the cordial,
the food,
the tshirts,
the worship,
the lovely cold cold showers late at night,
the stank of our "sleeping quarters"
the fun,
the friends.