
This article was co-written by
and Hathi

Cub camp is without a doubt the highlight of the first term every year. We were once again joined by our friends from up the hill.
The camp started on Saturday, however, 
That first evening


The next day was Saturday and the camp officially started. The theme this time was “Around the World in 80 Days”.
The sixes were made up of a mix of 1st and 4th Claremont cubs and were named after the national birds of the four countries we journeyed on.


On the camp cubs had their own passports. They got their first stamp on their exit from South Africa when they travelled to India.

In order to get to India, the Cubs had to build gliders







Flying was hard work so once they arrived in India, the cubs were happy to be greeted by their lovely host, Anjali (a scout from 1st Claremont), who served up some delicious marsala chai and muffins. Once duly refreshed the cubs played the traditional Indian game of gilli danda.

As they temperature rose in the late morning it was a great relief to play another game inspired by the Hindu festival, Holi, which is traditionally celebrated as the Festival of Colours, Love, and Spring. The twist for the camps was that instead of throwing powdered dyes at each other the cubs through colourful water. Fun and refreshing!


This was lucky, because with all these activities the cubs were ready for lunch. These gourmet chefs served but delicious chicken biryani an veg biryani. This flavour explosion was especially appreciated by Sarah Johansen who may never eat food without spice ever again.
Not only that, but granny Anila also produced extraordinary cakes to celebrate the 


After lunch it was time to leave India and to fly to the next destination, China.
And to fly they safely too! This allowed the cubs to finish off their flying models interest badges.




This engineering in the afternoon sun was followed by another water game. This time it was the traditional camp game of Slip n’ Slide. Micaela Hall distinguished herself with her acrobatics as immortalized in this work of art to the right and doubtlessly contributing the afternoon of joy and laughter.



As the day ended a dinner of Chinese stir-fried noodles was served. Then the cubs left China and reached their final destination for the day: Mexico. The day then faded and the night creeped in. Cubs knew exactly what was coming now – CAMPFIRE!!!!


Popcorn and hot chocolate comforted the cubs as bedtime came. With exit stamps done it was lights out and the cubs took the redeye to their next destination.
Nighttime is always tricky for some of the cubs, many of whom are experiencing their first night away from home.

Not
only did she tend to the cuts and bruises she also brought along a very special
helper. Luna, the squishy mallow was so soft and cuddly and helped many cubs when
they had a hard time and were feeling a bit down. Nothing like being able to
have a chat to a kind person and hug something soft to get you past the tough
times.

As the sun rose in England on our final day of camp there was no rest for the weary. The scout helpers, and a surprisingly spritely assistant pack leader, quicky got the cubs moving.




After a solid English breakfast cubs had a scavenger hunt where they completed their first aid kits. Learning all about what essentials we need to when we travel. They then visited Greenwich where they played N.S.E.W. and learned to use compasses.

Next it was time for the eternal debate of which is the best British sport: Cricket or soccer. So, the cubs played both.
The verdict reached in that debate was…. drum roll please: Rugby. So we of course had to return to the place where the Rugby champions and all round lekker folk live: South Africa.

Here their lunch (boerewors naturally) and reflected about their time at camp. They did this by writing some wonderful little poems which were shared during cubs own.
During this time cubs were celebrated and given certificates for their distinguishing contributions to the camp.


The cubs then said their goodbyes as the camp came to a close. In the end the poem by Louisa’s Maughan-Brown in the end said it all:


