"I'm hungry, but they're starving"

Famine camp was a failure in terms of planning. If there was anything good out of it, it would be a valuable lesson about communication and organising/handling over a 1,000 people. The bag-collection procedures on the last day was a disaster and it resulted in the buildup of more than 800 tired, hungry and angry campers cramped in a tiny space, jostling to collect their bags. And in terms of manpower, I think the volunteers and facilitators were underutilised and clueless about their roles most of the time. Trina and I were sitting around most of the time and if we weren't shifting stuff or being in charge of the games, we would be napping whenever we had the chance to.

But of course there were enjoyable moments too like the games on the first day: the mass burial was really a sight man! And there were many "glitches" like "dead" people texting while their families searched for them. Also, "dead" people responding to the families when the latter shouted their names in a bid to locate them.




Still unable to adequately capture all the campers in here. They were preparing to build shelters at *SCAPE Park, Orchard and break some Book of Records for "the most number of people building shelters in one location together."



As for the highly-anticipated flash mob at Orchard, it was so-so only. Wasn't even aware that we're collaborating with the Youth Olympics organising/publicity team for it. To be fair, it was quite a sight to see a sea of youths in orange moving in synchrony to the strains of hiphop music although it could have been better if the campers knew the dance steps and were more enthusiastic about it (must be the hunger and exhaustion).

Speaking about hunger, it kicked in towards the evening on the first day after the Milo truck left but thankfully, it wasn't as bad as I thought although the cravings kept coming,haha...and the Crystal Jade they provided when we broke fast wasn't bread as expected! It was (high class) chinese mixed rice but it was a welcoming sight after 30 hours without food.

That's about it for the famine camp, although I'm glad to be home again and sleeping on my bed without any intrusion of privacy and people crossing over me in the wee hours of the night/morning, not to mention bathing sans pail. (I know,I know. I've been taking all this for granted for too long,haha).