GTKYC 05
| Will write a full report when I get back. "From the north, I bring warmth!" Jaya steps through the horseshoe, walking towards the center, a blazing brand held firmly in his arms. The fire lit the thick night, casting deep shadows on the high trees. The boyscouts hushed, staring at the figure, glowing from the burning intensity. "From the south, I bring friendship!" I walk briskly from my corner of the horseshoe. I hold the staff tightly, watching the fire engulf the kero-basked lashing rope. I reach Jaya and hold it up to the end of his staff, the two flames touching eaching other, embracing in the dark night. The fire burns even brighting, lighting the entire horseshoe. "From the east, I bring peace!" Pooven marches to us. The three tips are held up high, marking the glory and honour of being able to hold them. The fire rages into an inferno and the heat sears the boyscouts nearby but we hardly flinch. We welcome the heat, embracing it as our friend. And then, "From the west, I hope this campfire will be the best!" And the fourth staff fits into the missing place and we are full again. We turn and put our staffs into the altar. The fire burns brightly, an intensity that will last far into the next afternoon. Andrew, Pooven, Jaya and I turn away and walk back towards our patrols. And the mini campfire begins, the way it began so many years ago, the way it has always begun, year after year, 4 PLs entrusted with the honour of lighting up the mini campfire. With that, I wish to say that the GTKYC was an experience unlike any other, unique in its own way. |
posted by Wayne. @ 7:20:00 AM
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