The Rugby Cisneros Summer Camp
In this post, I'm going to show you the highlights of the summer camp.
On the 27th of June, at the Seneca avenue, 8 in Madrid, a bus was waiting to pick up about 30 children. I was one of them. That bus was taking us to none other than the Rugby Cisneros Summer Camp! I said goodbye to my mother, packed in my suitcase and climbed on board.
After 6 hours of bus travel and a short WC stop, we reaced the Carucedo lake, where we had reserved a series of small cottages. And, guess what? We arrived just in time for snacktime! After that, we prepared our presentations of our cottage posters and totems. We had supper. We went to sleep at about 23:30.
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| The Papahumas cottage |
On day 2 we started with breakfast: some toast, milk, and biscuits. After that, we had rugby practise (no rugby camp can exist without daily rugby practise). We mostly did physical exercises, you know, burpies, push-ups, etc. After the rugby practise, we had the noon fruit (bananas) and went to the Carucedo lake, where we will bathe in the sun and in the water for about an hour, until lunchtime. In the lake we wrestled with one of our coaches but failed miserably (no wonder, he is one of my idol players of the cisneros 1st senior team. He even got made a tribute:
Well, we had lunch and got the afternoon task to prepare a somewhat dramatic presentation of our cottage and of the inhabitants. We had supper and, with butterflies in our tummies, presented what we had to.
Day 3! Awesome! Same rugby training and breakfast. But today the coaches had a surprise for us. Canoes! We paddled to the secret beach and the hidden lake. We even got a glimpse of the secret cave!
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| three men in a boat! |
Over the camp, apart from the daily rugby training, we played a real life cluedo, had our own Olympics. The last canoeing day was day 12 out of 14. Today, as we already had seen all the fun stuff and wrestled in the water, we thought that today would be the perfect day for turning boats over. NOPE. First of all, every one or two elders had to take a small boy and, secondly, a coach was always following us on their own 1 place canoe (so lucky).That day it was our turn to make true the yearly Haunted House. For me, and I was just the gate keeper, it was difficult not to laugh, also because for the elder groups, after my say, I went behind poking them with my stick. On the last day, some of us missed the party because of an incident I feel I'm not the one to write about it but we all returned home in one piece.
