How many pancakes can one single person eat in a meal? We tried resolving this question at breakfast this morning as we held a pancake eating competition. To make it even more interesting, we of course had to invite a couple of Canadians to show us how to properly eat them.


I sadly had to leave, before the competition was over since I had to get to the Summit Stories about how differences bring us together. Mark, one of the two Irish Global Ambassadors, spontaneously came to the Stories as well.


They worked like TED talks, for anybody who knows of them and otherwise I recommend you to check them out on Youtube. They were short talks on a specific topic. The first keynote speaker, John C. C. May, told three stories of three different young men that he met around the world through scouting. All three of them proved another point of how the scout movement changes the world and people for the better.


His first story was of a cub scout in Bristol and how he became more confident through scouting, the second one was of a Russian that started the scouts in Russia soon after the fall of communism. The third and final story moved us all to tears, more or less, as he told us the story of a Ugandan scout that helped refugee children in a refugee camp during the Rwandan genocide in 1994. It was emotional for all of us to hear how selfless he cared about those children, because he was a scout.


We held round table discussions in smaller groups in between the talks, which helped to make the entire day seem shorter. My group got along very well and so it came about, that we somehow discussed how the Netherlands could become Atlantis if the ocean levels continue rising. The giant post its served as an amazing opportunity to sketch a dome under which we would fit them. ‘The Netherlands as Atlantis’ was our collaborations name. There were some other good talks, but John’s speech stood out effortlessly.


When I got back, my entire unit was caught up in a massive water fight with a German unit, so I obviously had to join in as well. I didn’t even know that there was the possibility to stay out of it, but that choice was taken away from me as my tent mate, Xembra, one of our leaders and a couple of other people held me in place, so that the others could pour bottles of water over me.  Luckily, I had left my phones in the tent or it could have gotten very messy. Funny, but messy nonetheless.


I’ll see you all tomorrow, after I’ve been on Mount Jack with our Subcamp!

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