We all decided to go out for a hike after being cooped up for so long on the bus. Unfortunately we picked a trail that descended straight down into a wooded valley, so forty minutes in somebody was like, "Is this a loop trail?" and somebody else said "I don't think so," and then we realized we had to hike straight back up and out
. Conversation on the way down had been keen and everyone was trying to spot a koala (no luck) and avoid tripping on the many obstacles in the path (no luck). On the way back up the conversation went a little like this:
Yeahhhh . . . puff.
I can't . . . puff. Breathe.
We were happy to hit the top just as the sun sank down behind the gum trees, and we raced back for an organic, vegetarian feast.
Ontos marked a return to my one true love: ping pong. I'll never be the best, but I love bragging about it like I am. I love the click-clack-click-clack of the paddle and ball, my trusty forehand serve and my unreliable backhand smash. They had a table set up in the big social hall at the Ontos Farm, which has dormitory accomodation for people coming through the area, and we set up a big tournament for the evening. There were a lot of people in the group who were very good so it reckoned to be competitive. I wasn't too upset to bow out in the first round in a 23-21 squeaker against Laurence, since he ended up coming in second in the tournament anyways (and earlier I'd lost to Martin, the eventual overall winner, by two points as well).