Bush Babies

Sitting with his eyelids and fingers well and truly squeezed, dad tried to convince us he is not that afraid. My brother, Jack, and I struggled to keep our safety belts on. We had hoped for leaping stomachs and high-pitched screams. Aged nine and ten, we were prepared for an adrenaline rush like no other. But this was no Lego Land in the clouds. It took a lot of painful ear-popping and … More Bush Babies