I am unbelievably thankful that I went to London... Alongside the walks down memory lane, catching up with friends who’ve become family, and the sadness of leaving London yet again; I have brought back with me a treasure – the blissful experience I’ve grown to expect from the Sikh Student Camp.
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The experience of going back was healing - to once again be amongst the people and places and sights and smells I hold dear was just so.... nice. I’m such a saddie that I’m still wearing my blue camp wristband. Still holding on and living in denial that I’m no longer there :)
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Taking pictures was quite a challenge - I found myself wanting to simply absorb every moment as it presented itself and had to remind myself to take photos to preserve the memories… saying that I still managed to collect quite a few – until this one banda decided to run into me and crack my LCD screen! Well alright I was standing right in front of him in the 100-metre race, but the potential shot was too good to miss so I had to stand in front of him - It’s not my fault he was blindfolded and had water being sprayed at him to add to the confusion!
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Anyway... :)
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It will take me a while to post the photos up on the blog as I’ve just submitted them for watermarking – give me a few days.
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To the Sikh Student crew – what can I say guys? All the ‘thank yous’ and ‘well dones’ in the world fall short of what I really want to say. I'm so happy I came, every moment was priceless.
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Don’t ever stop – you have no idea how much this camp means to all of us.
