This week homework is to Write about a disastrous trip or vacation.
Well.. I do have to warn you that while reading this you will see one of the most embarrassing things about me which is being spoiled and bratty... :O
I know how horrible it is to be this way but I would never lie about it.. hope you will still like me. :(
Oh and also, my first time.
This was during my high school years, well, technically right after my senior year. I had just turned 18 and was a super awkward lonely kind of girl, I recently started going out since I was too depressed in high school to even leave my bed and make it to school apart from very high social anxiety..
So I graduated, got my diploma, went to prom and all that jazz and had a trip planned with one of my friends from hg. She was the typical not so typical blonde, pretty and kind of preppy girl, so were her friends and cousin who I was joining for this trip. I was kind of scared, even though she was my friend we were quite opposite from each other.
We intended to go to different camping places around the north of Chile by bus, we planned to do this during 16 days. The night before I started packing and I remember my father being right next to me working on his computer then he looks at me (while I was putting fur coats and boots with heels and all that stuff that does not belong to camping! Also, my bag was a heel luggage..) and says, "you do know you're going camping right? I think heels is not exactly what you should bring with you" I felt kind of dumb and re do all the packing.
The first day was all good, then the second day we got to the first camping place, it was called Rio Magico / Magic River. While we walked from the bus to the actual camping I realized a bag with wheels was definitely the wrong idea! And being clumsy didn't really help much either.. quite a disaster. Once we started settling a guy who worked there came up to me warned me to be cautious around males.. that really threw me off and got me a bit scared. The worst thing is that he was right.. The owner of the place, they would call him Nacho if I remember correctly, was crazy too. There were many stories about him, some included murder and several rapes, he was also a cocaine addict. I remember one night he asked the workers to throw furniture from were we could buy food and products to the fire. It was super weird and nonsense. The only reason they wouldn't sue him was because he pretty much owned the whole town and people were scared of him. Quite terrible.
One night I got REALLY high and since I'm not really a fond of "batucadas" (this is a portuguese word.. and is more like samba but I can't remember how to say it in english nor spanish. But I'm talking at the typical people making music with drums at campings and such) I went back to my tent, while I was heading back this guy started following me, since I was quite naive, still am, I didn't think of anything bad. Once I got to my tent he started to sexually harass me and touch me while I was trying to get him off of me and yelling for him to stop. After 20 minutes of me struggling I managed to make him leave and went inside, I was shaking and scared he would come back or see him around the river, bathrooms, tables, etc.
But that wasn't the end of my night! Right next to my tent was the tent of this very strange guy, he was always lonely in the river and had an angry face on him all of the time. That night he started destroying his tent and started yelling he was the son of Cain and Judas several times, then he started to throw the food of the girl in front of him to the river. He was completely insane! Since I was already scared this made me shake even more and I was terrified for him to come to my tent which luckily didn't happen. After a while I was finally able to sleep.
The next night I met these two girls friends, one was a lesbian and the other was bisexual. I started hooking up with the bisexual girl and the other one left.. I was so sad! In my mind I would be able to hook up with both with no problem.. Oh was I wrong. And I liked the lesbian girl better, she was so pretty! She had a Shane like vibe to her and pouty lips, beautiful!
Anyhow, we went to her tent to listen to Party Monster soundtrack and sign to it, tried to go into this haunted house hat was near but we boy chickened out and ran away and then we went to my tent and that's how my virginity was gone. My father's wife once said, If you get robbed in a bus the best thing to do is to jump into the next bus as soon as possible, other wise you'll be traumatized and scared for a really long time, maybe forever.. don't let robbers have control over your feelings" so I kind of took that advice sex wise.
It did hurt but not that much as I was told, I had a good time for the most part so that was nice. But I was kind of a bitch because we had sex on top of all of the other girl's sleeping bags but mine.. XD Oh well!
That was one of the little good memories I have from there, If I knew how disturbed things were I wouldn't have go there.. I really do not recommend that particular place.
We moved onto our next stop which I can't really remember how it was called, my bad.
I stayed one night there and I was done! Done with the cold showers with sandals, done with the daily 3 minute noodles, my social anxiety was getting bad, I felt really lonely and disconnected with everybody so I decided I wanted to head back home.
While I was catching the bus to head to Santiago (my hometown/city) I called my dad to tell him I was heading back, he was so shocked! He told me he was amazed that I lasted 8 days, he thought I would be back in 3! haha..
So that was my worst vacation so far, hopefully my writing wasn't too bad.
I wish I could find pictures of the trip on my Facebook but there's none there.. I have them in my old computer but.. It's gone crazy!
This is me and the friend I went with in our senior year though.
