Rest at Green Turtle Lodge

Monday 19th October 2009

Well, woke up at 6 o'clock, owing to Richard Gamble – whenever Richard wakes up we all wake up – jumped in the shower and made it down to the dining area for a few card games before a 7.15 breakfast consisiting of “different” porridge and omlette sandwiches, fresh pineapple, freshly squeezed orange juice and a malarone tablet.

After food and a talk from Mr Pierce, where we all found out how smart a t-shirt we needed, we all rushed back up to the rooms to pack for our trip to “Green Turtle Lodge” and took the opportunity to have a clear up at the same time.

After a good, sweaty 30minutes we made it to the bus and sweated for another 15 minutes before departing on our three and a half hour journey to “Green Turtle Lodge”.

1.20 we arrived at the Lodge, greeted by lunch of pastry type things juice and classic Obama biscuits. After lunch and time spent applying sun lotion, bags were moved to a big hut with tents for the boys and a luxurious hotel like suite with real beds for the girls.

The rest of the day was spent on the beach. A mix of frollocking in the sea, trying not to get swept out by the awesome undercurrents, and football with the locals.

The scenery relfected the general mood in camp, bright skies. Lighting up the palm trees, beach and white waves. Kne memorable moment was Mr. Gambles mentioned again takedown on Mr. Miles, crunching him, sending both fkying through the air and splashing straight into the water.

After an hour or so of playing in the water, the Ghanahians turned up in their numbers, a criwd gathering to watch deadly seriuous beach football between the kitted up locals and us half dressed and wet.The team a mix of g irls and boys playing for fun against an ever siling opposition-the score about 4-4 in the end. However the result was unimportant as Oli shaw got nutmegged twice by a 4 foot tall ten year old Ghanahian boy and Mr.miles ended up on his back more than once at the hands of the junior opponnents.

After the football, everyone had a quick shower and off before dinner-a spicy mix of rice,beans and chicken. The year elevens bought the entire supply of coke and Mr,Miles finished off the last of the orange juice.

A bit of excitement after dinner as a branch fell off a palm tree cracking Owen Phillips noggin and scaring a few of the girls. We all sat down to have a cat,rip Mr.Miles and write the blog.

Well, thar brings us up to now, MR.Miles doing his face after hearing a few extracts an richie gagging to see his mention in the writing.

End day five, Will Jones and Richard Morrison.

Actually thats not the end of the day. Come 8 o'clock and we're marching down the beach as a group led by twi guides. About fifteen miutes later we were instucted to stop and turn torches off. A brief talk from the main guide- Emanuel-adn we knew he'd found the tracks of a grenn trurtle, who had wondered up the beach to lay her eggs. After following the tracks to the top of the beach we were greeted by what looked like a large rock, but turned out to be a female reen turtle in the procces of laying. Fuve ninutes of no motion was ended by the violent swinging of limbs as the turtle tried to cover the eggs with dirt and sand.

Once she was done, the turtle clambered down the slopes and started the long journey-20 metres across the beach back to the water. The trek lasted about 10 minutes- cluding freuient breaks and the odd 360 turn. The turrtle reached the water, greated by a huge cheer from us as she sped off into deeper waters.

A few minutes of talking between ourselves about the earlier events, we all walked back to the lodge and prepared for bed- well “bed” for the girls and “tent” for the boys.

Actual end of day five,

Will Jones, Richard Morrison.