Camp Guizhou- The Breakdown
November 13th 2007 I unzipped the tent to find the searchlight glaring into my eyes. I swore at the person with contempt as they laughed at the state of my morning hair. It was 5:30, yet the hilltops were still silhouetted against the moon. I gave my tent buddies a nudge, none budged. I gave up and made my own way to the hole, trying not to look down.
By 6, all tents were unzipped; I had trouble rolling the mat a
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