I’m staying in ‘the wendy’ – appropriately named since it’s a wendy house. The camp is a nice balance of rustic and luxury. Most people are in single rooms, I’m sharing. My roommate is Conrad, but he’s out fixing car signals and other technical stuff. It’s a bit deserted in the heat of the day, after morning drive, until it’s closer to lunch time when everyone seeps out of their rooms, like ants to a tasty morsel. Lunch is loud and boisterous. Usually I’m one of the less groomed people in a crowd, with my long hair, but here, everything is a bit more relaxed. Everyone looks a little more weather beaten, the way we should look. A bit sundried from hours on the back of vehicles getting their shots. Well at least in the gentlemen’s cases, and so I feel rather at home already.