Our First Day Off.

So the camp likes to do different things for dinner during the orientation period to help councilors bond. So one day we made our sandwiches in the main lodge then piled into vans and traveled to ‘The ridge’. The Ridge is about 20 minutes drive from camp and is on top of a large hill which has great views across the endless forests of the state of Maine. The ridge had large open spaces of grass and the weather was sunny. The vans parked up and we chilled out while listening to music and eating our lunches. After this we played Ultimate Frisbee, football and birdie on a perch. Birdie on a perch is a game where you get in pairs, one as a birdie and one as a perch. Perches walk around in a circle one direction and birdies walk outside the perches in another circle but in the opposite direction.  When ‘birdie on a perch’ is shouted, the birdie must find their perch and jump on their back. Last pair to do this goes out. It’s simple and addictive. Football got pretty intense, tackles were flying in high and fast but everyone was enjoying it and I have to say some decent play was made. We stayed there for a couple of hours having a really chilled time, we then got back in the vans and returned to camp about 8.


The same day as the ridge was also Emma’s, who I met in the airport, birthday. As she was turning 21 the girls organised for us to leave camp and travel into the nearest local town to have drinks and an eat to bite. We all got changed out of our now very over used uniforms and after some trouble getting enough cars to take all 15 of us, we travelled out of camp to the nearest large town of Windham. We went to this little restaurant called Applebee’s which was perfect as it accepted under 21’s as some of our group weren’t legal. At the bar the girls recommended the Blue Moon beer but it was out of stock so I had a similar one which was alright but no ciders were available which was disappointing. I feel like there might be a lack of ciders in the US, which is worrying as it’s my staple back home! The conversation was good as it was all our first real night out and we were still getting to know each other. At camp we’re all so busy we don’t really get too much chance to have a good chat and when we do we just want to go to bed! Us non lodge males all know each other pretty well but as the girls are in their cabins with the kids at night so this was a good opportunity to get to know them better.

Applebee’s was the site of my first food order in America. I have a few friends who had been to the states before and all pretty much said everything is supersized compared to the UK. Excited for this I ordered a steak from the menu expecting a massive piece of cow. What I actually got was 3 pieces of meat and some rice! I was pretty miffed but let it go, knowing not to buy food from the establishment again! This was also my first tipping experience in the States. Don’t get me started on that – just pay your staff a decent wage.


The journey home was fun as Audrey who was driving had a Mumford & Sons CD and all 6 of us in the car absolutely belted it out the whole way home. Once back at camp we once again collapsed onto our beds ready to get back to work the next day.

Woo Camp!

Camp is situated on the banks of a large lake in the middle of Maine’s famous pine forests. The camp extends uphill from the lake with campers lodges and activities dotted along the hill with the main lodge situated at the top. The main lodge has the dining hall, the admin offices and the main hall. ‘The Rock’ is also situated outside the porch of the main lodge which is where assemblies and other meetings are held. My department being swimming and is on the waterfront on the beach in-between canoeing and boating. We have a H-dock coming out from the beach and diving dock at the end of the H dock. The water is so clear you can see down about 10ft on a good day, diving down to the bottom kind of reminds me from the lake from the Goblet of Fire – it pretty cool. Us non lodges accommodation is situated at the top of the hill so we have long ass walks to the beach everyday up ‘The Hill, I swear my legs are going to be solid by the end of the summer.


The first two weeks of camp were the orientation period. There were no campers and just counsellors. It was a period to get to know your fellow counsellors, get used to camp life and to prepare to teach in your respective departments. There are around 60 counsellors and it was impossible to remember all their names in the short period of time so there was a lot of “What’s your name again?” going on. Every day we had things to do – talks on how to help homesickness and prevent bullying, bonding activities as well as a couple of social events chucked in. As the period progressed some good friendships were made and most names, i say most, were remembered.

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.

Expectations of the Big American Adventure

So as i said in my previous post i’m working at a summer camp in Maine until late August then afterwards my visa allows me to travel around america for a month. I’ve never really worked on a summer work placement before so this will be something new. The only previous work I’ve done which is comparable is when i worked at a school in Poland for two weeks with a mate a few summers back. The work was pretty relaxed, we only led a few lessons and we lived with a family friend. Although this experience was short, it was my first real experience working with children and I really enjoyed the experience. After this I though working with children was possibly something I should consider for the future as I really enjoyed it and the children seemed to as well.

The kids we taught in Poland

I knew I wanted to do something productive after I finished University and preferably something that mixed work and travel. After some research and talking to friends I used the agency Camp America to organize working at a summer camp in America for the summer. A few friends had used the agency to work in America in previous years and said it was a great experience. So after visiting a fair and meeting with different camps I agreed to work at a camp called Arcadia in Maine as a swim teacher and lifeguard.

I’ll be working at the summer camp for 11 weeks and it is probably the next logical step after my experience in Poland. It will be very different as I will have daily responsibilities for swimming and lifeguarding and will be living with other workers for the duration of the camp. I’ve been told to expect long days from around 8am and to 8pm and to not have much free time way from camp.

However as It is an all-girls camp, us guy workers won’t be living with the campers and have our own separate accommodation. This means that we may have more free time in-between our work periods as well as in the evenings as we don’t have to look after the children like the female member of staff will.

I’m expecting to make good friends. Throughout my travels I’ve found that people who travel are extremely easy to get along with, of course not all, but most people have the mind set of meeting new people and being open to new experiences. generally I don’t know really what to expect in great detail. I’m looking forward to the experience and cant wait to get going.

I guess i should start with an introduction…

Well first of all, Hello and thank you for following my adventures. Secondly if you’re reading this, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Michael and I’m a 23 year old Londoner who has recently graduated from Queen Mary, University of London studying geography BSc. As you have probably guessed by the title of this blog, I like to travel. I like it a lot. I-like-it-GIF

I’ve been lucky enough over the last few years to travel to some amazing places and I’ve decided to set up this blog in order to document them. One reason for this is for personal recollection and another is to share the adventure with others and hopefully encourage people to explore the world and travel.

I guess my love affair with travel started when I was 20. One weekend during my first year of Uni me and two mates got the ‘itch’ and decided to drive to Paris and stay in a great little hostel for 3 nights. It was my first time in a hostel and it felt right from the beginning. Everyone had the same mind-set of meeting new people and just wanted to have a good time. My two mates and I got talking to these 4 Kenya’s and an Israeli chick who we basically spent the weekend with. We went around Paris day and night visiting all the sites, drinking, eating and basically just had a great time. After the weekend was over we said our goodbyes and drove back to London. I left Paris with the decision made that I wanted to travel more and as often as possible.

The Tam in Paris
The Team in Paris

That summer, funded by working as a lifeguard every day I had off Uni, I Inter-railed around Europe. The next summer I traveled around South East Asia for 2 months (video Below). Now I’m sitting on a coach after flight from London to Boston on my way to start my next adventure; working at a summer camp in the USA. The camp is in the US state of Maine and I’ll be staying there for 11 weeks working as a swim teacher and lifeguard. After this my visa allows me to travel the country for 30 days until I have to return home at the end of September.

Welcome to the adventure.