July 29, 2004
Photos
So here, today, are some of the photos from the camp I was working at over the past couple of weeks.
These are the "Big Catz," the group I led, hard at work on something or other during the week. The room you see here is where we spent our mornings, listening and discussing, discussing and listening. Amazingly enough, it never got very slow. There always guys across the room willing to be devil's advocates for just about any cause. They made it interesting. The guy in the shades, incidentally, is the universally well-loved Goran.
Here, Big Cat Galin is falling backwards during our second team-building exercise. Every morning before sessions we pulled the guys out on the lawn and had them do some team-building. There was the immortal human knot, trust falling, but once we got to capture the flag using the entire camp site, all was lost, they really didn't want to do anything else. It made no difference that no one ever won a game of capture the flag in thirty minutes on such a large scale. They wanted to play it anyway.
Here's the group in Nessebur, a small, historic town not far down the coast from where we had our camp. It's been a fortress for just about every civilization known to man. Right on down to the Greeks, I guess. Anyway, the excursion happened about halfway through the week, and gave everyone a chance to get out and see something new. I, for one, saw more fake Oakleys in a single town than I imagine I'll ever see again. I also saw a DVD of Farenheit 9/11 going for 20 leva. I passed.
On one of the last nights, we held the annual Mr. Camp TO BE contest to decide who among our campers could best make a fool of themselves in swimwear, answer silly questions (Would rather have a foot forever attached to your forehead, or a hand coming out of your chin? And more importantly...Why?), and perform a talent of their very own. We had some pretty good acts this year, but the best act came out of the Helios Beach Hotel, whose pool deck is seen here. The nicest hotel in Obzor, they let us use their pool deck for the contest, they loaned us two DJs who regularly told us what a wonderful thing we were doing, and they gave us a mic. The only problem was that the mic ran out of batteries two minutes into the show. Since I was host, this led, in no small part, to my presently sore throat.
Still, it was a great show, the guys all had fun, and the hotel was pleased. Stay there if you're in Bulgaria. They're great people.
And when all was said and done, all of the counselors and instructors gathered for a group photo to show we were all still standing. That's us, and that was the camp. Now, a month of relaxing back home, and life goes on.
Posted by Rob at July 29, 2004 07:42 PM