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Training Tour Day Seven

Today we had to leave, which was sad. We got up extra early and set about tidying the bunkhouse. Rory and Paul decided that the bedroom hadn't been swept for a long time, because there was more dust that it is possible for 18 people to make a week.

Rory brought Paul to hang Tour Champs, and everyone else left the hut about twenty minutes later. When they arrived at Newborough, Rory made a real life proper start lane to make it more like a race, and the runners set off into the forest.

The course was challenging but manageable, and everyone got round in a good time. James thought that 17 had been hung incorrectly, but he was wrong.

We had several more resounding choruses of This is Wales and Salsa Tequila, before the prize giving, where everyone who ran got a packet of biscuits. Dan was awarded 'Dan of the Week' for seven days of general Safking around, while Lily won the chance to spend a Christmas with Helen R. Paul and Helen P rushed off to their boat, which had been moved forward three hours, and everyone else didn't rush off to the cars, because they hadn't decided where to go yet.

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Training Tour Day Six

Today the mountains were very snowy and it was very windy, so we didn't go to Gwanas, and instead went back to Newborough again! The hangers left in time to drop off Jeremy at Llanfairpwllgwyngylldrobwllllantysiliogogogoch Station, the name of which Fiona described as Fake News.

When we arrived, it started to hail and man was not hot, so stayed in the car for a while before heading out. Paul (yesterday's Dan of the Day) found the visor of the cap very useful in keeping precipitation off his face. We all met several doggos, whose owners apologised for their friendliness, which we thought was unnecessary.

Harry had planned a few courses on the same maps as Helen's from Monday, which made it quite difficult to read in places, but the training was good anyway.

When everyone was finished their courses, some people sat in the cars and listened to music, while others shivered in a rhythmic manner. Tim discovered that the 'loudness' of his speaker system had been turned off all the time, so we turned it on. Harry demonstrated that he was sexy and he knew it by dancing energetically around the car park, scaring all the local wildlife away.

We then headed home and Paul planned the AlcO. In a break from tradition, it was a semi-indoor MicrO this year, and as a throw back to the dawn of time, courses had to be copied down from a master map. Paul was fastest round the five testing refreshment points and courses but given he planned it he was non competitive. Tim was first real person, and Elizabeth first woman.

Some dancing and other merriment then ensued, followed by some dinner, and some less-than-merriment for certain individuals, who went to bed early.

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Training Tour Day Five

Today we were back at Newborough, a very dank forest, not to be confused with Llyn Elsi, a very dank forest. The day started off well when we realised that Paul had forgotten the kites, his watch and his hat, putting him in pole position for the Dan hat. Instead, we hung toilet roll, an excellent option due to both its biodegradability and functional utility. Sadly, some of the thin white flags fluttered a little too much in the wind, and were ripped in twain and carried away on the storm.

When the rest of the team arrived, Jeremy explained his courses, the names of which bore a worrying connection to certain mind-altering substances. After a quick intervention, we set out into the skog for another fun day of training.

Several courses were laid out, and while 'High Road' was utterly peng, 'Hills' was just a bit peak. Unfortunately the terrain proved just too rough for Harry's ankle, and he retreated to the car to nosh his lunch and listen to some sick beats.

The afternoon's activity was the subject of much hype - Aidan had invented a Fourth Sprint Format and was very proud of it. Rumour has it that the IOF has offered him an undisclosed sum in return for permission to use it to further destroy WOC; however he graciously declined in order to use it for some future CUOC evemt.

It lived up to the hype, and half an hour of furious racing ensued. A three way split of routes to the finish decided the podium - Paul's terrain speed managed to overcome Aidan's path option and James's compromise. Not long after, however, the forest spirits decided to target Rory's ankle, and claimed their second casualty of the day.

Rory got a lift back to a different car park, so Paul drove his car over. Meanwhile, Rory hitched a lift back to near the original car park, so Paul drove his car over. Luckily, Rory's ankle wasn't too bad, so Paul didn't drive his car home.

When we got home, we decided not to do the AlcO tonight because we didn't have much time, so Jeremy, Elizabeth and Fiona made some Special Rice.

During dinner, because Aidan had abused the sign-out sheet, he wasn't allowed any cutrely, so ended up with egg on his face. To add insult to injury, this was followed by Elizabeth's egg-containing flapjacks, to further trigger Aidan's egg allergy.

After that, during post dinner drinks, Lily, Harrison, James and Fiona decided to spice up Paul's life by adding the remaining Bird's Eye Chillis to his tea. Taken aback by this harsh attack on his tastebuds, he donated most of the cup to the ground outside, although later regretted the decision when he realised it tasted quite nice.

Aidan and Elizabeth then did their best at defying gravity with some giant jenga sculpturing, reaching the dizzying height of 0.95 Helens.

Lily discovered a poem on her pillow, replacing the one she didn't get yesterday, and read it out, before Rowan used the extra day's grace to do some training for the AlcO. Late into the evening, we played a couple of variants of Mafia. The high tech variant Triple Agent, played on Rory's iPad, resulted in the death of the noble service agents Aidan and Helen, whilst Ana's narration of Werewolf to the Interstellar soundtrack gave at least one player nightmares.

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