To start off with, I truly pity anyone else who, like me, was forced to endure days on end in this hellhole. Not only were the rooms swarming with ants and flies, but we even found blood in the mattresses and vomit outside our fucking cabin. Not to mention that in one of the games, we were forced to spend hours outside in a dark forest where one of our friends was bitten by a snake. Upon hearing the screams of agony, nobody was able to reach her or even get back to the supposed 'safety' that the instructors should have provided, so we were left scrambling in the mud, in the dark, with the spiders and who knew what else, trying not to die. Then, a few hours later, when we had regrouped at the cabins, we realised that we had left behind two of our classmates! What ensued was a massive scramble to search for the missing classmates, only for them to emerge half an hour later, scratched, bruised and crying about spiders.
Now, we shall move on to the food. How, you may ask, could anyone possibly screw up the simplest dish of them all - mac and fucking cheese. Let's take a moment to consider one microwave, one packet of food, what could possibly go wrong? The texture was somehow rubbery, creamy and burnt at the same time, don't ask me how this is even fucking possible. And don't even get me started on the spaghetti. I swear to god, I thought they were tapeworms. I'm not even going to talk about the supposed 'meat' we were served. I don't know what poor animal produced this utter shite, but I hope they rest easy in hell. Beware of the scrambled eggs! My friend has been forced to endure this prison camp three times, each for three days, at three different schools, it's time we stop this torture.
Speaking of animals, that's the only thing the cabins were fit for. I swear to god, prison cells are considered five stars compared to them. In the heat of summer, the air conditioners were as dysfunctional as my life. If I dared to so much as nudge the controller, the supposed cooling properties of the air conditioner blasted out a gust of insects, dust and who knew what else. There was mould EVERYWHERE, on the ceilings, on the walls, even on the floor! The showers.... oh, god, the showers. One hour for 180 students to use the five showers available. 'Shower Hour' made me cringe with dread every time I heard the phrase. By doing some simple maths, shower hour is more like the shower of dread. If someone took more than thirty seconds in the shower, there would be a barrage of students climbing over the doorframe, and if someone dared to step on the yellow tiled floor of the shower block barefoot, foot fungus would soon await them.
If you so dare to ask for a sip of water, the only answer you will get as a response is the dreaded slush of the cordial inside the jug. Every day, there was no such thing as a drink break, just a snowcone - codename for a cup of disgusting, unhygienic ice drenched in a Niagara Falls of cordial. God forbid you actually want a sip of water.
If I'm being completely honest, the instructors at camp reminded me of the animatronics in FNAF. Fake, basic and slightly unnerving in their persistence to get us to actually participate in the activities in the scorching heat.
So, all in all, yeah I would not recommend the Great Aussie Bush Camp. Parents, if you're reading this, please, I beg you, spare your children from the horrors of the 'camp'! Schools, please don't send your pupils to this godforsaken place. And children, run, run as fast as you can. read more