cj - day six

Thursday. Thursday... Thursday?...

Oh. Yeah. The morning was pretty cool. Once it got rolling.

Land of the Gaels: Highland Games!!

Caber Toss. the boy  did quite very well.

Welly Throw. Chucking rubber boots as far as you can.

Some kind of hay bail throw with pitch forks. Think of a farmer highjump with hay bails.

Lazy Stick. A type of tug-o-war with a stick and two people. The boy's opponent underestimated him and he won handily.

Farmer's Walk. Carrying two jugs of water weighing fifty pounds each in a team relay. The boy's team was second.

Haggis Toss. In this case, a balloon filled with water and oats. No real winners, but one team in the boy's group set a throwing-catching distance record.

The finale, an honest-to-goodness big-ass rope tug-o-war. There were several matches. The boy's crew were in three matches and won two out of three.

However, it was another Scout from our Patrol Unit on another team that won the day in the end. After a rematch because when the other side was about to lose the first match, a bunch of kids that were on the side lines jumped in and helped turn the tide.

Anyway, that Scout did a great job on the tug-o-war.

Lunch was out of control. Everyone decided to stay near the main gate and buy lunch. The boy and I went back to our camp to eat instant noodles.

Well, the Scottish Guide Leaders would have none of that and proceeded to stuff us with various food items and tea. Wonderful. I said it before, I will say it again: I want to be in the Scottish Girl Guides.

The rest of the day and evening was mostly badge trading and chatting with various peoples throughout the sub-camps and main plaza.

We have learnt that departure protocol is muddled at best and will most likely be more like a lottery on a sinking ship. So, mental note, smile and wave and find my inner buddhist.

Anyway some chitchat and impromptu mini strawberry shortcakes  with tea before bed. However, I stayed up until 3:30 am sorting gear. No worries.

Two days left, then homeward bound. blbbl