Man vs. Wild, aka "Man Camp 7"

It is a question of the ages, "What do you get when you throw four americans and a brit into the middle of the african rainforest with a couple of dull machetes, a box of matches, and a pot to boil water? For the most part, absolutely nothing, except a phone call 28 hours later asking for a ride back to "civilization."
A little bit about the expectations of man camp before going into actual experience of it...
Man camp is supposed to be a three night, four day adventure into the jungle in which each person in the group is supposed to clear a plot of land and build their own bed, house with two entrances, latrine/washroom (with a divider and walls so they have privacy from other man campers), outdoor kitchen, and dishrack. The ultimate goal of man camp is to last in the jungle the entire four days and to come out as clean as you went in with everything built and your home/plot tidy. The inventor of man camp is crazy because what actually happens in the jungle is actually just complete chaos.
Upon leaving Macro, the organization that uses man camp as a way of fundraising money, we found that our group of five only had three very dull machetes and a hoe between the five of us to make 5 sets of said items. We also found that said plots we were to clear were about an acre in size and covered in trees, vines, bushes, ant hills, and rotting logs. That said, we also found that the nearest water supply was 2 miles away and called Lake Victoria. Upon returning with water from said lake we realized that boiling it would only kill the germs, but not remove the brown/ yellow tint of the water, nor the dirt particles. We also realized that we couldn't get a fire started to boil said water...
Once fire was started (with the help of a villager who happened to be walking through the jungle), dusk began falling. i had constructed a shitty hammock due to blisters the size of Uganda forming on my hands because of my attempted clearing of my plot. Two other girls had constructed a bed out of trees that sat off the ground and was covered in leaves. The boys had constructed a shelter that fell over and a shelter with no walls, but with a bed covered in leaves. When dark fell we gathered around the low burning embers of our fire (we had forgotten to collect firewood) and after what felt like 4 hours of playing 10 fingers... (it was only 45 minutes) we decided to try sleep. I went to bed in the giant bed the girls made and the boys shared the tiny one andrew had made. As We were almost asleep the boys left their bed. One due to it being uncomfortable, and one due to being afraid of sleeping alone. After another 45 minutes around the campfire, us three girls and the british boy decided to try to fit on the girls bed. It held us up and was much more comfortable in our exhausted state. However, the other american boy (andrew from st. isaacs) was afraid of sleeping alone and came to try to fit on the bed with us. It could not hold five people however, and immediately collapsed. After 45 more minutes around our dying fire, we decided to try out andrew twin sized bed of sticks. we fit 5 people rather uncomfortably on it for about 45 minutes before it too broke. After that, we took turns sleeping on the hammock while the others sat about the fire... that is until the brit saw a wild pig, got scared/excited for the hunt and broke the hammock at 3 am... that is when we all decided to try to stay up the rest of the night. I ended up asleep on the ground next to the embers of the fire with my head on a log.
The next day we were determined to complete our tasks, but instead of individually, we would do it as a group. we almost had a bed to hold four and a canopy to hang above it completed by one (with help of previous villager), and all of the leaves to cover both the bed and canopy, when the rain, thunder, and lighting started tumbling down. The rain was so thick we could not see the rest of the forest, the villager (named samuel) stayed with us for the three hours the rain came down, and kept our fire burning. It was then, in our cold, soaked, dirty state, that we decided that Mzungus were not cut out for the jungle lifestyle, and walked back to Samuel's home to sun ourselves on his porch and eat a delicious lunch of posha, fresh fish, beans, and dodo (a plant, not the bird)...
I'm pretty stoked we held out for 28 hours, but I really wish we would have tried for longer... despite how much better that nile beer and fried chicken tasted last night than the ant infested rice we were eating in the jungle.....