Abseiling
I feel the sweaty rope as I touch it. My scrawny arms can’t reach the rebellious rope. I can hear Mr K helping me. Miss Pillay and my group are still cheering me on so I can finish it. I can smell the forest and the trees. I can taste my sweat, the wood and dirty dirt. I can only see Mel and Miss Pillay and the hard ground and lots of people. I was as scared as a Chihuahua and as shaky as a jelly. But I was as proud as a lion as I got closer to the end. As I reached the ground I was going to kiss the ground but it would have been gross.
A.C.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Moment in time-Kawau
Killer Hill
We were at Kawau island. We dropped our bags and then we had to climb the vicious, dangerous Killer hill. I looked up and I felt I was going to be sick. We had to climb killer hill. I wondered why they called it killer hill...
We made our way up to the top. On the way up we were slipping and sliding down the treacherous hill, because of this I felt more determined to make my way up to the top. We still carried on. I could taste my salty sweat drawling down my warn-out face. I was sore and tired but I still carried on. I could hear branches snapping and Denzil’s voice going chat, chat, chat all the way up.
The trees were waving at us while we were walking up the brutal Killer hill. We saw Maori pits with lots of sharp sticks and lots of awesome things but was I glad to see the end. I jumped up in inspiration with the fresh air gliding me and I ended up in a big, gooey, disgusting pile of mud! The worst bit was it was sinking into my shoes. Blah!
S.G.
We were at Kawau island. We dropped our bags and then we had to climb the vicious, dangerous Killer hill. I looked up and I felt I was going to be sick. We had to climb killer hill. I wondered why they called it killer hill...
We made our way up to the top. On the way up we were slipping and sliding down the treacherous hill, because of this I felt more determined to make my way up to the top. We still carried on. I could taste my salty sweat drawling down my warn-out face. I was sore and tired but I still carried on. I could hear branches snapping and Denzil’s voice going chat, chat, chat all the way up.
The trees were waving at us while we were walking up the brutal Killer hill. We saw Maori pits with lots of sharp sticks and lots of awesome things but was I glad to see the end. I jumped up in inspiration with the fresh air gliding me and I ended up in a big, gooey, disgusting pile of mud! The worst bit was it was sinking into my shoes. Blah!
S.G.
Moment in time-Kawau
Sailing
The cold wet smelly air was as wet as a water fall .I felt freezing soggy waves splashing against my cool calm face as the wind pushes me towards the pontoon .The boat was rocking frantically from side to side while Rui-lin and me hung on the side of the waving boat. I felt like I was going to fall over board. Then suddenly, the violent killer boat turned into a swaying sailor. I felt like I had just been in a giant dishwasher that splashes all the dirty dishes with its cool cleaning water. I smelt wet, cold fishy sea air wafting around my triangular nose. While I heard the splash of the waves against my boat and wet tangy sea waves splashing on my tongue when I swallowed. I could feel the cold wet condensation dribbling down my throat. I feel cool, calm and confident.
M.H.
The cold wet smelly air was as wet as a water fall .I felt freezing soggy waves splashing against my cool calm face as the wind pushes me towards the pontoon .The boat was rocking frantically from side to side while Rui-lin and me hung on the side of the waving boat. I felt like I was going to fall over board. Then suddenly, the violent killer boat turned into a swaying sailor. I felt like I had just been in a giant dishwasher that splashes all the dirty dishes with its cool cleaning water. I smelt wet, cold fishy sea air wafting around my triangular nose. While I heard the splash of the waves against my boat and wet tangy sea waves splashing on my tongue when I swallowed. I could feel the cold wet condensation dribbling down my throat. I feel cool, calm and confident.
M.H.
Moment in time-Kawau
Rope wire
As I stepped onto the wire I heard positive cheers from the children down below. After about 10 seconds the wire became slippery and sweaty. The cool breeze was refreshing as it blew by my face. It felt odd on a rope wire in the middle of the muddy jungle. Friendly Frank cheered me on and encouraged me to finish the course. He was as encouraging as my dad at one of my soccer games.
I was 100% confident. I felt strong-willed and assertive. I was as determined as an Olympic athlete to reach the end. Suddenly I was racing along the wire towards the end. I was as proud as a lion after completing the rope wire.
L.C.
As I stepped onto the wire I heard positive cheers from the children down below. After about 10 seconds the wire became slippery and sweaty. The cool breeze was refreshing as it blew by my face. It felt odd on a rope wire in the middle of the muddy jungle. Friendly Frank cheered me on and encouraged me to finish the course. He was as encouraging as my dad at one of my soccer games.
I was 100% confident. I felt strong-willed and assertive. I was as determined as an Olympic athlete to reach the end. Suddenly I was racing along the wire towards the end. I was as proud as a lion after completing the rope wire.
L.C.
Moment in time-Bivouac making
Making Bivouacs
I was there carrying muddy logs down the slippery, muddy hill. I could feel muddy, mouldy and slimy bits of wood sliding in my hot and sweaty hands. I was nearly at our bivouac but I stood on a big patch of slippery mud and fell back dropping the muddy wood all over me. I felt as if I was playing soccer. I could hear all my friends saying are you all right? Do you need some help? My friends came and helped me up off the slippery, muddy ground.
After that we started laughing about me falling over. I laughed to. When all of us stopped laughing as loud as a lion all I could hear was wood being pulled and birds chirping like they were cheering for us.
I sat in our completed bivouac, it was as awesome as me. I waited nervously for the bucket of water to be splashed over us. We were waiting and waiting. As soon as someone in our group asked are you going to splash us? They did, we got soaked.
L.H.
I was there carrying muddy logs down the slippery, muddy hill. I could feel muddy, mouldy and slimy bits of wood sliding in my hot and sweaty hands. I was nearly at our bivouac but I stood on a big patch of slippery mud and fell back dropping the muddy wood all over me. I felt as if I was playing soccer. I could hear all my friends saying are you all right? Do you need some help? My friends came and helped me up off the slippery, muddy ground.
After that we started laughing about me falling over. I laughed to. When all of us stopped laughing as loud as a lion all I could hear was wood being pulled and birds chirping like they were cheering for us.
I sat in our completed bivouac, it was as awesome as me. I waited nervously for the bucket of water to be splashed over us. We were waiting and waiting. As soon as someone in our group asked are you going to splash us? They did, we got soaked.
L.H.
Moment in time-Sonshine Ranch
Kayaking-Sonshine Ranch
As I sat comfortably in my small kayak my heart was racing at the speed of light. I felt my leg wobbling as sweat was drowning down my nervous looking face. I was straight still, I was paralysed, anxious not to move one bit. Seconds later....
I got ready, then immediately I jumped! (I tried to jump and stand on the log). I heard everyone cheering and encouraging one and another. I felt wind swiftly rushing past me. I was worried at the same time as I was excited! Everybody was shouting 50 decibels loud.
Eventually my shoes landed and gripped onto the smooth surface of the slippery log! Suddenly! Slip! I flew right off the log like an eagle swooping down skimming the crystal clear bright, blue water.
Moments later.... Splash! I bombed cheerfully straight into the refreshing, aquamarine salty sea. I dived into the water like a proud, determined lion.
L.B.
As I sat comfortably in my small kayak my heart was racing at the speed of light. I felt my leg wobbling as sweat was drowning down my nervous looking face. I was straight still, I was paralysed, anxious not to move one bit. Seconds later....
I got ready, then immediately I jumped! (I tried to jump and stand on the log). I heard everyone cheering and encouraging one and another. I felt wind swiftly rushing past me. I was worried at the same time as I was excited! Everybody was shouting 50 decibels loud.
Eventually my shoes landed and gripped onto the smooth surface of the slippery log! Suddenly! Slip! I flew right off the log like an eagle swooping down skimming the crystal clear bright, blue water.
Moments later.... Splash! I bombed cheerfully straight into the refreshing, aquamarine salty sea. I dived into the water like a proud, determined lion.
L.B.
Moment in time-Killer Hill (Kawau)
Killer Hill
No! I had slipped, my heart pounded so loud it was like thunder as I frantically grabbed for anything. Everything seemed to have stopped as the ground under me slipped down the steep hill. All I could see were other people falling and the lucky ones clinging to trees and ferns. Some people were drenched in mud from slipping and sliding all over the place. The smell wasn’t as bad as I thought but that doesn’t mean it smelt good. Of course there was the occasional smell of gooey, sticky mud. One of the only other bad smells was the damp smell of crumpled autumn leaves.
I felt shocked like someone hit me off guard, I felt paralysed as though I was frozen into an ice block. So instinctively, I scrambled around for something to hold onto and pull myself up.
I could feel squishy, sloppy mud and dirt under my fingers being squashed like mashed potatoes, only I wouldn’t eat it... ever. All of a sudden the trees started dripping rain water onto my head as if taunting me, distracting me from climbing.
I can taste the damp moisture in the air left by the rain, with sweat dripping down my head into my mouth with a salty taste. I was thinking I’ll never make it to the top alive, which made me more determined. I made it and live to tell the tale.
K.W.
No! I had slipped, my heart pounded so loud it was like thunder as I frantically grabbed for anything. Everything seemed to have stopped as the ground under me slipped down the steep hill. All I could see were other people falling and the lucky ones clinging to trees and ferns. Some people were drenched in mud from slipping and sliding all over the place. The smell wasn’t as bad as I thought but that doesn’t mean it smelt good. Of course there was the occasional smell of gooey, sticky mud. One of the only other bad smells was the damp smell of crumpled autumn leaves.
I felt shocked like someone hit me off guard, I felt paralysed as though I was frozen into an ice block. So instinctively, I scrambled around for something to hold onto and pull myself up.
I could feel squishy, sloppy mud and dirt under my fingers being squashed like mashed potatoes, only I wouldn’t eat it... ever. All of a sudden the trees started dripping rain water onto my head as if taunting me, distracting me from climbing.
I can taste the damp moisture in the air left by the rain, with sweat dripping down my head into my mouth with a salty taste. I was thinking I’ll never make it to the top alive, which made me more determined. I made it and live to tell the tale.
K.W.
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