The day after the final, everyone was invited to the traditional get-together in the tree house. The particularly exciting question is: How did Mike get through all of this? Spoiler alert: The man knows Latin.
Seeing each other again the day after is always a bit like cleaning up the morning after the big New Year’s Eve party. Everyone is still a bit hungover and the experience, if you can remember it, hasn’t really been digested yet. Nevertheless, everything has to be picked up and chewed through again. When it comes to the reunion broadcast of “I’m a Celebrity – Get Me Out of Here,” this has to be taken literally.
In one of the numerous “Best of” compilations, of course, we got down to business again and the eating of Schlinz and Schlonz and Bullenpimmel was presented once again. It’s amazing that fractions of a second are sometimes enough to trigger a slight tickling of the larynx and increased salivation – a clear indication that test anxiety in the jungle camp is still spelled DISGUSTING even after 20 years.
ups and downs
So all twelve candidates had gathered in the tree house, even if Heinz Hoenig had to be absent from time to time, but in the end he was there again, at least by his standards. In turn, as is also a nice tradition, high and lowlights were once again reminded, of cooking dictatorship and toilet paper gate, of spiders and jokes, tears and thirds, hair on the butt and hanging testicles.
Felix sometimes felt like he was being misrepresented, but after all someone has to maintain control. And when your back hurts and the rain falls, sometimes the bomb explodes. Tim learned a lot about himself, we knew, and felt at home in one of “the nastiest camps” even the day after, as did Sarah, albeit for different reasons. She knows the area, the nature, the water, everything from home. When asked about remorse over the voluntary exit, Cora fluctuated between yes, no and yes.
Anya, on the other hand, didn’t regret anything, David, on the other hand, hadn’t noticed anything and only noticed outside that someone had had a crush on him. Somehow it’s no wonder, after all, he was massively distracted by toilet roll rationing, shaving the back of his hands and bare buttocks. His conclusion at the end: It’s not that bad, we’ve spoken out. Well, it’s okay.
Shortly before the bang(s)
Pronunciation, exactly the right keyword, there was at least the reasonable question as to whether there would be another crash between Mike and Kim and Leyla. But where in previous years there had been places left vacant in the tree house because there was simply too much banging, here things were almost harmonious, perhaps because there was no banging.
It was just too smelly for real sex, the dirty talks were already rough enough and then there was all the sweat – no wonder that the erotic scale on the cot didn’t even reach the level of a daisy. There was at least one comment from Kim about the dimensions of Mike’s best piece, which according to her was probably rather Mickey-puny, but she at least apologized for dragging Mike’s child into the discussion.
The two essential questions in this matter: How did Mike actually survive the constant barrage of accusations in the camp? His answer: with self-help and self-love. With, and he really said this, affirmation. Mike and Latin, a combination almost as confusing as Heinz Hoenig’s anecdote about the Oker Dam and the lookout in the manger. It’s good that Fabio stood by him a little bit, as he did in the camp. File under: pretty best friends.
The two of them will definitely meet up in private for a few push-ups. Like maybe Mike and Leyla, because that was the other open construction site: Is there anything that could be done once the sweat has been showered off, the butt has been freshly shaved, the hair has been gelled and the lips have been glossed? Trend: Can be good. In any case, they still wear the friendship bracelets, and Wolle Petry also started small.
Jungle camp 2024, final
“More passion, more energy, more footwork!” – The finale in pictures
With and without a crown
There was at least a little bit of irritation surrounding one particularly majestic detail. While Lucy initially appeared without royal accoutrements – i.e. neither crown nor scepter – Kim naturally wore a crown on her newly renovated head. How she had said so aptly in her self-assessment: “I was really unpleasant.” Insight is the first path to, well, let’s call it improvement for the sake of form. Who knows what a shaman like that can be good for – apart from pouring and serving Prosecco.
On the other hand, the newly crowned jungle queen Lucy Ludmilla I was completely down-to-earth at the beginning of her term in office, and at the end of the reunion party she was properly wearing a crown. The money won is invested, shout-outs go to Bulgaria and behind a strong woman there is always a strong team. Or just the jungle camp.
This, in turn, Jan Köppen and Sonja Zietlow have now officially confirmed, is set to open its doors again in a special version this summer. Then in South Africa and for residents who want to know it a second time. We will report, that’s for sure. As Heinz said so aptly: You have to have it in you, otherwise you’ll stay at home.