CAMP PAS 9/27

It was chilly in early morning. The cicadas were performing a symphony on the trees while the leaves were dancing for entertainment. I got up gradually and took a walk in a narrow passage myself. I enjoyed the moment when everything was so calm and placid, besides the warm sunshine and murmuring breeze. I was more familiar with the labyrinth and was able to identify the roads. The breakfast was good, and then we drove almost 2 hours to the rafting site. The rapid water splashed against the shore and aroused the surge. The refreshed smell of waterfalls engaged me and summoned up my curiosity to challenged it. We had to paddled with similar tempo in order to reach harmony and braced ourselves when the waves attacked us. I seized the rope in our raft tightly as it was the only hope to embrace my life. The rope was the connection to the world. Therefore, I never fell off the water and eventually completed my mission. Since different captains in the raft were enemies, we sailors had to maintain our dignity and honour by assaulting--splashed water to each other. I fell in love with rafting again since it was always my best memory. At night, we watched the aboriginal dancing and singing with excited mood, which aroused our interest in rest of the team shows. I loved the pixar movie show in green team and the deep-love dancing in yellow team pretty much. Red team had an awkward performance in the play and dance, yet I thought that we tried our best. I respected the leaders' improvisation since they merely spent little time to organize and plan the play. At midnight, I slept in the refugee camp and enjoyed my last day in Kara Island with best friends.