An eighteen-year-old princess, who paints his (yes, his) nails and dyes his hair bleach blonde, embarking on an adventure trip with his family, sounds like a plot for a bad 80s movie.
After being homebound by Covid-19 for the last year and a half, most people would love the idea of an adventure in the deep South, campervanning from Christchurch to Queenstown, stopping along the way to soak in the incredible outdoors that New Zealand has to offer; unfortunately, I am not most people. My past record indicates I would rather be at home in my warm bed doing next to nothing for days on end, rather than throwing myself into -5 degree weather and 6am alarms. I have always been a ‘reluctant’ adventurer, scared of most of what the world has to offer and fairly snug in the comfort of my own home; so when I found out that my family and I were making a trip down to the South Island, I was not so keen. My reluctance was slightly diminished by the fact that my best friend (and his family) would be joining me for the ride.
The 4am wakeup
