Vietnam on Slovenian Grounds

The past two weeks I spent at a scout camp in the mountains close to Tolmin - and each day is a story by itself. Don't worry; I will not bore you too much, instead I will only paint a very graphic situation that happened on the last day before we left. All the kids went home and only us - the older "animals" stayed. It wasn't long before we realized we were all experiencing the Vietnam syndrome. Outside it was unbearable - around 40 degrees Celsius and not a cloud in sight. Above, there were mountains covered with thick forests and next to us a sluggish brown river added to the scenery. We were laying there under military tents, in wheelbarrows full of cool water, with no specific purpose or goal - enjoying emptiness and the simplicity of the moment. We ate when we were hungry, we drank when we were thirsty (mostly beer). Talking about any kind of hygiene would be very optimistic as we ate with our hands, peed wherever we whished and were covered in dirt up to our necks. We were amusing ourselves with an air gun, by shooting and exterminating anything that seemed destroyable and fun. Our activities were also splashing people with water, fighting, talking about girls, etc. When it was the hottest, we ate watermelons with a 40cm machete. So there we were, enjoying long hours in the most unconventional way.. waiting for that attack - that final push - or in our case, for the hard core labor of loading the truck with all the equipment. And finally we were ready to leave home, each quite in his own thoughts - leaving back to another zoo and chaos we so call - civilization!