Yes, I vaguely remember that youth camp was on a remote beach way out at the southeast end of the country, and to get there the bus dropped us off at the town of El Cuco, and then we had to walk a few miles along the beach, carrying our bags and hammock to sleep on, and then get on a canoe to cross the river, and then walk another mile or two along the beach to the place where the campground was, large huts in which to hang our hammocks. The camp lasted three or four days, and on the way back, while walking several miles along the beach back to the place where the bus is, we were almost there, just reaching the town of mostly straw huts and not much else, out in the middle of nowhere, someone pointed out that I have blood on my clothing. Oh, my period just started. Thus the sudden scramble to find a place to somehow fix this problem and people holding up a sheet or towel or soemthing while I change my clothes. Shut up, Bobby. Talk to your counselor, I do not want to hear your silly whining. You did not have to make such a fuss about basic biology facts. Embarrassing enough without their demonic shrieking.
