This weekend, myself and 5 others were taken to stay at a YMCA in the hills. I wouldn't call myself an expert on the history of the YMCA, in fact i'm definitely more familiar with the occupations of each Village Person than the origins of the organisation. Luckily, on hand to tell myself and 16 year old Sathish the story was 42 year old Claus from Hamburg, "I think it was started by gays, for gays about 20 years ago. Now they let everyone stay." The alarming thing was that he wasn't even joking. Anyway, we were fed ginormous amounts of curry by the 'gays' and the place was more like a 3 star hotel (that sort of phrase normally ends with '4 or 5 star hotel' but that would just be lying) than a hostel.
The first day we climbed up a big hill pretty much 'as the crow flies' with our guide (I wanted to type Sherpa but that might be construed as offensive and it was, after all, only a big hill) cutting our way through the bushes with a big knife. There was also a shocking amount of rock-climbing involved, which had me envisaging my 'Byker Grove Moment'#. When we reached the top, whilst the view was certainly better than a kick in the nads, everyone quickly realised we had to get down again and I had inevitably become the sweaty lad that nobody sits next to on the bus.
A bunch of other stuff happened too but i'm tired. To summarise, we went to the boating lake where:- we got on a pedalo, pedaloed around a lake, got off the pedalo.
The End
#A Byker Grove Moment is a moment that only happens to idiots who get themselves into situations they're not cut out for. Like trying to pull a plug out of a socket in a flooded basement, or running around having a game of 'it' on a small roof with no sides.
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