T-shirt part 1

After Dave left me at the bible camp I first checked all my bags and belongings. The night previous had been so erratic that I was expecting to be missing something important, but thankfully everything was accounted for. I then tried to locate some headache tablets but gave up after realizing they were at the bottom of my backpack.

Between seven and nine AM I walked around the deserted camp and tried to open doors. I could access the dining room and the chapel without problems, but cabins and the main office were locked. Eventually through trial and error I found an open building and a bedroom door with my name on it, I finally got to remove the clothes that I had put on in Bournemouth and take a hot shower.

At that point I had no idea that forty-five minutes later I would be sat in a church and singing hymns. 

All because of a t-shirt.

  

Below are some pictures from the camp.