Hello hello hello! Here is the haps from Auckland to Marstrand....

I appologise for the jumping of tense but that's because I've taken bits from my diary...

So on Thursday, July 30, I flew for a total of 24.5 hours.

It begins at 8 in the morning on our drive to the airport. I can look out the window and say both farewell and solong, bubbleing both of excitement and nerviousness. The airport is were I meet my new best friends for the next three days, but we all avoid eye contact. Noone cries. We grip tightly to our black packets of tickets and advise. First leg complete.

Airport 1

Five. Five teenagers, bombarded with liquor on duty free and another burger king. We played rugby and gosiped about our hopes for the year.

Aeroplane 1; she is Singapore

The hoastesses are beautiful and they hand out peanuts. I get a pair of sleeping socks and a tooth brush. There is a television screen on my chair and I can watch hundreds of films, play the best game of alien invaders, and learn a hundered different languages (including Danish). The 12 hour flight with I can mannage. I don't get a window seat, but sitting at the asile means that i get to pee as much as I like.

When Nice Birds were playing Talent Quest, I was watching Hannah Montana film.

Airport 2. Very big.

At Singapore airport they have free internet. We ran to the computers before we even realised the humidity. We ate cheep and disgusting burger king which was vaguely better than the 'Mystery Pork' which was served to us on the plane.

blah blah blah... the airport was big and we spent a while there.

Oh, and they had these really weird automatic foot massages which you put your feet in and they squeeze your feet. Anton made a video of it.

Plane 2; Crap-hansa.

Lufthansa. We all sat in compleatly different parts of the ECONOMY cabin. 13 hours of no personal televisions and very small seats. I had a window seat so I spent the night stareing out at the stary heavens and twinkleing Emirites.

Majesty, oh majesty, we fly even higher and the heavens become more vast. It has been 24 hours since airport 1. I have seen only one hostess leave her cove. It is -36c outside.

Airport 3; It's in a different language.

In Frankfurt we find some bizzar toilets. We dream about Mc Donalds but then remember that tiny New Zealand means nothing when put beside might Europe.

They pat us down and laugh when I panic about losing my passport.

Plane 3; It's in a different language..again.

Only 2 hours this time but I'm very thirsty and the water is desgusting. I get another window seat which is cool because I can look down at Germany - where I hope to visit properly again some day. The fields look like a big tapestry, and there are windmills and fluffy clouds! SO CLOSE!

This all takes far toolong to write and so I'll let pictures tellmost of the story untillI have somethinginteresting to say.

One week since arrivng in Denmark has past and here is a basic summary;

I made some sweet friends whice most of them I may not see untill next camp..whenever. Some I may never see again if they go home. We played games and ate food, good food, and on Monday we hedded off to our own little corners of the country (a different country for me.)

Being at camp still didn't feel as if I was in Denmark yet though. Itfelt like some kind of limbo between Auckland and Copenhagen. It was like another airport, a stopover. And, to some extent,I'm gland it wasn't much longer because the water was disgusting. It tasted like they were filling the canteens with pool water.

It was a four hour drive to Marstrand, and we stayed untill Friday. It was mostly relaxing and junk like that because there are very lmited thing to do when on such a small island. Even though it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen (New zealand is still really great!)

(New Blog because this is now a different location?)