Two days ago, when I was on my way to the contingent office, I stopped in the middle of the fields. Those fields – ment to be occupied by participants very soon – were completly empty. With all the IST on the training and only a very few wandering around I was alone there.
I could not resist and stopped when I was there, alone…

After taking a deep breath I had a moment where I struggled with my feelings. We are here and it started. All started after over two and half year of preparation.
For a short moment I felt lost and completly overwhelmed. There is no way to described what happend right there. I guess for the first time after about four days I realised that I am here. In England. At the Jamboree. Doing what I am supposed and expected to do (or at least trying).
I hardly find words to describe that. I was scared and happy, excited and sad at the very same moment.

Today, with all those participants arriving I had a similar moment when I walked the very same way to the contingent office.
I do not know what this is all about, but I guess I really start to see things rolling and getting real.

Nevertheless, I am sure this is a good thing!