| Our tent that converted to an indoor pool whenever it rained. |
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| The six of us who went that year: Krisztina, Krisztianna, Zoltan, Andrea, Erika and Dave. |
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| "Uhh . . . where are we?" |
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| Our situation has improved, although not by much. |
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| Endre was saying "Hey, who drank my water?" |
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| Hektor the sea-serpent, the camp's unofficial mascot of sorts. |
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| Outside the gate to the camp. |
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| Everyone works on their presentation. |
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| Zoltan with some of the kids who were our patrol for a few hours. |
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| We knew our reign as the best patrol wouldn't last long, so we took plenty of pictures with the flag. |
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| The girls prepare to set something on fire. |
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| Joe contemplated the meaning of life. We'd tell you what he found it to be, but that would be inappropriate to place here. |
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| Zoltan And Dave after dinner. |
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| Mike pitches to Joe in a game of spongeball as Frank walks by. |
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| With Dave as our goalie, it was no wonder we lost. |
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| Apparently something didn't agree with the serpent's stomach. |
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| The Eagle Patrol, Endre, Mike, Joe, Paul and Zoltan. |
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| The Boys Youth Leadership Training camp. |
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| The LA kids in Newark Airport. From the bottom left going clockwise, Erika, Andrea, Dave, Krisztianna, Krisztina and Zoltan. |
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