A kiwi camp is listening to the endless voices at night.
A kiwi camp is whining about your feet the whole way to the museum.
Being at a kiwi camp is giving everything a go.
It’s feeling so scared that you want to cry on the Burma trail.
A kiwi camp is celebrating after you get a bulls-eye.
Its listening to the screams while you’re waiting in line.
Its tasting the salty water run down your throat.
A kiwi camp is whining that you don’t like mince.
Its surviving going down the slide.
A kiwi camp eating delicious salad with your burger.