Unlike the days before, the fourth day wasn't filled with any fun activities and was very... void, so to speak, of any activities. As far as I can remember, all I remember that happened this day was the human rollercoaster activity and the awarding of groups.

The morning of this day started fairly ordinary, and, since it was the last day, all the teams basically had one big chowdown to finish all of their supplies of food. The other teams had bacon, chicken, and basically the tastiest food you could ever find. While, on the other hand, we just ate corned beef with some bread, or something. I don't fully remember. This was also the day, I believe, that we cleaned up all our items. In doing so, some of my teammates found the pot I brought to camp (a piece of kitchenware) and, oh my, it had some leftover adobo from our first day at camp. Man, they really neglected the pot I brought seeing that it wasn't touched ever since the first day. Some of my teammates jokingly told Kuya Pong to eat the adobo in it because it contains memories of the first day, or something like that, but I just laughed it off and washed the pot myself.

After/before all of that, we were at Rialtok and we were told to play one final activity before we left: a long human rollercoaster (or a WHOAllercoaster, as they call it). We went to the place near the campfire and we were separated into two groups, the boys and the girls. Basically, we would form two lines and we would link ourselves with the line opposite to us using our arms and form some sort of rollercoaster track using our arms. Someone would then move a person into the front of the rollercoaster and our tracks (arms) would then try to move that person to the end.

A group photo of us before we went into our respective groups.

This whole cycle continued until the last person would be carried to the back and then the game ends there. The funniest part of all this was when a really big guy was put on our tracks and most of us had difficulty in carrying him until he reached the middle part of our track. There were guys there who literally exerted 100% MAXIMUM effort in carrying the guy and they basically yelled out, "ONE, TWO, THREE!" before tossing up their arms in the air to move the guy. This whole situation was extremely funny because I was watching from afar and—get this—they tossed their arms and pushed so hard, the guy (who was around 200+ pounds or so) ACTUALLY DID A FULL 180° BACKFLIP IN THE AIR. I literally did not believe what I had just witnessed and the entire thing seemed so surreal. To simplify it, it was like watching the birth of a star. The guy's back was toward their arms and his face at the sky and he was thrown 2-3 feet into the air with his face landing on their arms and his back facing the sky. After watching that, I literally believed that anything is possible.

As far as I know, not much happened after that. The next guy followed and then the other, and it was basically like that the whole time. I do have to note that I rode the human rollercoaster and it was akin to being tossed around hard roller pins while a hot, bright light gleams down on you from above. It was every bit as uncomfortable as it was painful, but it was worth it and I can finally say that I've rode a human rollercoaster.

Not a lot happened after that, to be honest. We went back to Rialtok to clean up Super Kaland and we were told to wear our blue "love like WHOA" shirt (which was around 200 Pesos or so) and then awarding began. Our team had won the award for "Best in Kampo De Kusina" and "Best in Splash Dash," and one of our teammates—Sky—was given an award for the most sisterly camper. The best part was that we were the second best team overall and we were surprised because we didn't really expect to get an award like that. Naturally, we were all very honored and humble about it, and we took a few pictures afterwards.


And, after all of that, well, that was it. Once again, my memory has escaped me and I don't remember much after what happened. I remember packing my stuff and getting onto the van and almost everything else that happened afterward, but it's nothing noteworthy.

We boarded the bus at around 3 p.m. or so and we arrived at Valle Verde at around 9-9:30 p.m., and it was one hell of a trip. The whole ride, my phone was desperately clinging on to the last ounce of battery life it had and I'm happy to say that my phone was able to make it through. Actually, my phone lasted for 4 days on a 100% charge, but I only used it to listen to music while on the bus and take a few pictures. The other noteworthy thing that happened during our trip was that I requested to be dropped off at a certain area around C5. You see, Valle Verde is actually a far away place from where I live and I had to commute from Valle Verde to my home (which would take around 1 jeep, 1 train, 1 bus/van, AND 2 tricycles). If I was dropped off at that specific location along the C5 road, I would only need to ride 2 tricycles to get home, saving me a lot of time and money. Unfortunately, they didn't drop me off there which—needless to say—made my commute home a lot harder.

Once we got to Valle Verde, we said our goodbyes to each other and parted ways. The commute home was the hardest part, to be honest, since I was lugging around a camping bag that was nearly around my weight at night. I took a jeep headed to Shaw Overpass and, funny enough, the driver actually forgot to stop there and I got off at the Jollibee restaurant past PureGold Shaw. I was scared because I got off at a place I'm not familiar with, I'm carrying my phone and other valuable items with me, and I have around 300 Pesos in cash—not to mention that I was commuting home alone and I had no load in my cellphone so I couldn't call anyone. I really panicked at this point and I was just there wishing that I had been dropped off along that part of the C5 because it led to my high school and many of my friends' house, so I knew that stretch of road like the back of my hand, unlike this. I saw a jeep that was headed to Shaw Overpass and I got off at the overpass and rode the MRT 3 train going to Ayala. Once I finally arrived at Ayala, I knew I was safe because I know the road from Ayala to my house like the back of my hand, and I recall riding the bus because the I knew all of the FX vans going to FTI were all gone/not at Park Square. Luckily enough, I found a pretty spacey bus headed to FTI and it was pretty much smooth sailing from there.

I arrived home in the dead of night, went upstairs, opened my door, turned on my laptop, and sat back in wonder over how these were the best 4 days of my entire life—and that's how my story of Camp Calye 2016 ended.


P.S. YZA IS MY CAMP CRUSH! :^D