Arrival at Camp Arcadia.

Getting off the plane in Boston I decided to start looking for people who were also on the Camp America program and possibly working where I was in order to find some buddies. Before getting on the plane in London I asked a few people if they were going through camp America but they were all working for another organisation and weren’t working at summer camps. Not deterred I heard two girls in the immigration line in Boston talking about camp America so once we were through to baggage reclaim I got talking to them. Their names were Abbi and Emma and it turned out they were working at the same camp as me, Result!

In order to get to our camp we had to find a bus outside the airport terminal and once on board call the camp so someone could pick us up from the final bus stop in the town of Portland and take us to camp. We got the bus outside the airport fine; however, the calling camp business was a bit harder. My own phone was dead, whilst Abbi’s and Emma’s American sim wasn’t working. Cue walking down the bus asking randomers if we could use their phone. Eventually there was this American couple that let us use their phone, somewhat reluctantly, but it was pretty important so I didn’t feel too bad. With camp called, we could relax and get to know each other on the 2 hour bus ride through the states of Massachusetts and Maine.

Once we arrived in Portland we were picked up at the bus station by a camp worker called Jack. Briefly, a bit about driver Jack – Jack was a lovely character who was a retired postal worker; he was funny, opinionated and not afraid to express those opinions. Later in camp he refused to work because he was ‘retired’ and ‘’Aint fucking doing that’ and he repeatedly swore at kitchen staff. Somewhat unsurprisingly, Jack was later sacked.

Jack drove us from the bus stop to camp which was about an hour and provided decent entertainment with his stories along the way. Towards the end it started pissing down loads. The four of us were going along country roads with no street lighting and Jack started to slow down and took a right into the woods into camp. We arrived at about 9pm and jack dropped us off outside the main lodge, the rain was stair rodding and we ran to the lodge through the rain and opened the door. Then, utter madness. About 20 counsellors were chilling in the lodge and all introduced themselves to myself, Abbi and Emma. It was all a bit of a blur really, after a 10+ hour journey I just wanted my bed, so only remembered a couple of names and filled out a form then was bundled back into Jacks car. Emma and Abbi were dropped off to their lodge first then I was driven to the all-male lodge on another part of camp. I went up to my room on the top floor of a two story wooden chalet and met my roommate for the summer. An Australian by the name of Kyle, we introduced ourselves and had a quick chat, after which we both agreed we were exhausted and collapsed on our beds.

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