

Taupo, Tongariro, Wellington, New Zealand
This morning I was doing something mum has always wanted to do, so much so that I actually felt guilty that I was doing it and she wasn't. I am, of course, talking about white water rafting. That feeling soon disappeared though as a squeezed myself into my second wetsuit and helmet in two days. There were eight of us in the raft including the instructor who was a cocky b****** called Gofor. When soon realised how cocky he was when, as we went over the first rapid...