Jenna Marbles on Being You

Monday, March 29, 2010

On Saturday, it was a bright and early start with us getting up at about 7:00. (This is actually earlier than I usually rise by about a half hour, but I don't do a three-hour tramp every day do I?) Anyway, I digress. We were up, dressed and ready to eat at eight. I ravenously wolfed down two slices of peanut buttered toast. White bread. Ew. After this my group had survival. The other groups who had done this the day before delightedly informed our aching muscles that this rotation involved another tramp. Awesome news, guys! NOT! However, Paddy had rolled his ankle, and our instructor took pity on us as it was early in the morning and because we were in pain. Oh, and the fact that Paddy was limping. So we walked into the bush and after about two minutes she stopped. We were then told that we had a scenario to work with, and that we had to treat it as though it was real: we were tramping through the bush. We'd just spoken to the ranger, who had headed up in the opposite direction of that in which we were heading. We planned to walk twenty kilometres today, which all up should take about eight hours. She also told Taylor that he was "guide number two," due to us voting him the loudest. With this in mind, we walked for a further five minutes, whereupon our instructor stopped and informed us that she had been struck by severe food poisoning and was violently ill. She was running a fever and was floating in and out of consciousness. Taylor ("guide number two") had climbed a tree to get cellphone reception but had fallen out, landing face-first on a log and losing consciousness. Outstanding. We now have to work as a team and decide what to do. We struggled just a tad. We covered Taylor with a survival blanket, bandaged his head and popped on a beanie. We raided her pack found the first aid kit. I'll spare you all the boring details, but we erected a shelter and found firewood too. Unfortunately we should have been grilling our semi-unconscious guide number one for information. We should have sent off our two fittest for help (cellphone reception was just five kilometres away). However, we did score a semi-respectable 13 out of 20.

No comments: