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The face feels unusually dry, or oily in my case. The sense of being dehydrated flavours the mouth pungently, and there’s a lingering sensation that one has not spent enough time doing what one does best in the mornings or sometimes, after meals. And after the second day, one wonders if enough sleep would ever reach the eyes till familiarity returns.

Then the issue of orientation, where available drinking water can be sourced, the eating area, various halls and who lives where and with whom to mentally recall. Circulation paths are mostly diagonally vertical, or organically horizontal along many corridors, foyers, open spaces, and sometimes over fields or open car parks.

One brings the note pad, Bible, handout (now folded into half if it’s any size beyond an A5), a pen to and fro, along with plates during meal times and a bottle of water during other occasions; A tag follows you for games as well as when you need to relieve yourself, or any time you leave your room/dorm.

Pockets of activities mushroom in dining areas, among clusters of chairs, in square-planned bedrooms after passing over a sea of slippers, surrounding folks with guitars and the choice range from cards, word games, verbal strategy games, jokes or group discussions headed by dedicated leaders.

There would be plenty and endless people to greet for the polite, or a great ordeal of people to avoid for the unsociable. You got to ask around as to who has seen your roommate for the keys or getting your backup singer come for a rehearsal; indeed, yellow-man Digi does not always follow you.

The last night might be the best for the speaker, for he/she could then fold the arms and relax. But it has also become a time which I particularly do not look forward to; to think, discuss, mobilize and practice for the value of entertainment is just something that…it might be an age factor…Haha! It usually would turn out to be a memorable night for the vast majority though.

That said, a process now becoming a procedure to get by, produces an end result of a usually well-fed soul. Visions become clear, values and priorities get more focused and new inner strength usually grow wings to soar.

My recollection of camps, Koinonia-centered camps.