The longest flight the boy and I have ever taken was 16 hours from DC to Johannesburg on South African Airways. And let me tell you, if the boredom from being on a flight that long doesn’t kill you, being in a metal tube filled with germs just might.
There is nothing worse than coming back from a relaxing vacation with the coronavirus.
Flying in the air cramped with a few hundred strangers, breathing recycled air mixed with germs and bacteria, eating processed food isn’t exactly the healthiest of activities. Add to that, flying through multiple time zones and sitting in an uncomfortable seat (for those of us not living that business class lifestyle) will leave you feeling exhausted and dehydrated when you get to your destination.
I often engage in adventure travel with my son. While we enjoy museums and food tours, we are low-key adrenaline junkies and enjoy the occasional thrill.
We have zip-lined across the Zambezi River. We’ve ridden ATVs across the Sahara Desert and through a forrest in Chiang Mai. We’ve also flown in a helicopter to get a better view of Cape Town. We love snorkeling in the open ocean and riding roller coasters – the scarier the better!
When you become a parent, you’re often faced with the thought of something terrible happening to your child. One minute you can be watching your child be silly or minding your business washing dishes and the next minute a flash of a terrible accident crosses your mind, briefly paralyzing you with fear.