Camp Pt2

Continued from part 1

So I got woken up at about eight to leave at half past, to get there for nine (at least I think they're the times, can't really remember). When I got there I saw a bunch of people standing in a dorm through a window pointing and yelling my name in excitement. So I figure they may have had some vague memory of me. When I got inside there was a collection of people standing about who appeared to have heard I was there, along with others who hadn't been there before wondering what was going on.
It was a sailing camp, so the days were split half sailing and half activities. Most of the rest of the week was spent by me being called a legend and playing ping-pong. At night me and Edward would have arguments while the rest of the dorm listened in silence. It was like a comedy double act, which is the only reason we did it. A lot more happened during the week, but I can't put most of it into words while keeping any sort of flow.
At the end of the week there was general sadness and stuff, then people slowly started to get picked up and go home. When I got home I had my stuff washed and went on the internet.

Then I had to pack again. The next day I was going on another activity camp. By this point I was tired as I was getting up at seven as opposed to my normal summer holiday of between noon and three, and I had been doing more stuff each day than I would have done in about a fortnight during the rest of the summer.

To be continued in part three.