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So as the clock struck 12 and the amazing fireworks went off in Queenstown, there seemed to be a collective sigh of relief that 2020 was over and that 2021 had the air of hope about it. People wanted to put 2020 behind them and start afresh and that’s what it looked like initially. Waking up in the morning there were no “sepia” skies as in the ominous beginning of 2020, and everything seemed to be good. That one day was lovely. Then 2020 revealed that it was only wearing a mask and was masquerading as 2021. This surprised my kids, and not only them from the conversations I’ve had with people who also thought this new year was going to be a clean slate and that we could “reset the game and start again with full health and free upgrades”. Alas, life has continued to throw curve balls and strange “unprecedented times”. Who would have thought that Capitol Hill in the United States would have been stormed by the Muppets? I thought I was watching season four of Designated Survivor. Last year we had the Tiger King and now this topless guy with a Viking helmet and furs. I would never have thought the world was coming to this when I was asked in my last job, “Where do you see the world going in five years?”
To escape all the madness, we went to Shiverton, I mean Riverton. The last time we headed there, there was a civil emergency and flooding in Riverton. So, we headed down with some trepidation and praying that it was not going to be five days stuck inside a small crib with four kids and no Wi-Fi. However, Riverton really turned on amazing weather and we were at the beach every day. What I hadn’t realised is that we haven’t taken enough holidays as child number three said, “Dad this water tastes like salt.” I told her, “It’s because fish wee in the water and we need to put salt in to make it clean.” Who knows how long she will believe that but the look on her face was priceless.
What I learnt while having no internet and having to entertain myself was that making fire is fun. The kids thought I was manly, and they loved making S’mores every night.It was also fun to just sit and chat with the kids without having to go through the normal routine of dinner, bath and bed. We talked and laughed and also fought as well, but it was fun and relaxing and nice to just get away. We are intending as a family to take more small holidays so we can have little adventures, explore the south more and find as many cafes as possible. Not only because it makes us tighter as a family, but because with no international tourists these places need us more than ever. So go and explore your backyard and find places you haven’t been before. They may pleasantly surprise you and make you want to go back even more.
NB. I have decided that it wasn’t the tourists who were the bad drivers. There are none here and still the bad driving happens. So there goes that theory.
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