Saturday morning, Renae's brother-in-law, Morné, and myself travelled deep into Riverhead forest for paintball. Morné's colleague from work, Ben, organised the whole event, and soon we had 22 guys and girls eagerly waiting to get into the forest for some jungle warfare. After a random process, two teams of 11 were formed: Greenpeace, which was my team, and Dad's Army, which was lead by Ben.
So we were all shown the obligatory safety demonstration, went into the forest, and soon enough we were straight into it. It was decided that a few of us would head through the middle and the rest up the flanks, just like in a game of chess. The first half saw rush attacks and stout defense as neither side was able to capture the enemy flag from the base.
But in the second half, it was Dad's Army who were hugging trees as Greenpeace stormed into their camp and stole their flag. With many brave souls sacrificing their lives to get the flag, it was up to me to grab the flag and run 300 metres back to base through forest, mud and bush, and to victory. The sound of the horn indicated that Dad's Army had been defeated.
Overall it was an enjoyable time and a time to remember.
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