Hunua camp
It was pouring with rain before going biking by the Hunua Camp’s sticky icky field, I saw birds chirping on the brown and prickly branches.
I heard the river flowing caused by the waterfall crashing to the water at the bottom of the disgusting, brown, river.
I felt enthusiastic when I saw the colourful bikes.
After explaining the rules, our group were peddling fast and furiously through the icky, sticky, muddy puddle like it was flat land.
But before I fell into the gooey mud!
StilI did not stop me and I kept on going and I didn’t give up.
After our group were finished, we were all covered in muddy soil.
It was the best day ever!
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