The Day We Played The Getting Lost Game
What started out as another Sunday of chores and screen time turned into a fun packed adventure full of unexpected delights.
What started out as another Sunday of chores and screen time turned into a fun packed adventure full of unexpected delights.
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If throwing yourself head first into canyons doesn’t suit you or your bank account, don’t worry. There’s still plenty to do in Queenstown.
This activity is not for the faint of heart or, as it turns out, for the 40-something year old mum of three who is still recovering from a knee reconstruction.
Organise the entire trip to suit yourself. It doesn’t matter what you plan or how much fun you think it’s going to be for them, it’ll suck. You’ll suck.
So here’s what’s going to happen next. I won’t be rescuing my family any more. Not out of spite. Not to get back at them. But to teach them how to rescue themselves.
After a quick safety briefing and yet another reassurance for the Tweenagers that despite the dark clouds surrounding us it was very unlikely we would all be wiped out by a rogue bolt of lightning, we headed down a dark and forboding forest path into the heart of the Domain.
When I was offered the opportunity to be a cool, take-your-kids-to-a-music-festival Mum for a weekend, I jumped at the chance. After all, how hard could it be?
Now, my kids are fairly experienced travellers. They’ve packed for camps, weekends away, ski trips and trips around the world. So I thought I’d give them a go at packing their own daypacks for Splore. What could possibly go wrong.
“One day”, I told Miss almost-12, “you’ll tell your friends how cool your parents were taking you to a music festival” to which she responded with the ultimate in tweenagese – the *sigh* *eyeroll* combo.