This is me, many moons ago, on a trek down into a volcanic crater in Ecuador. I can't quite remember how I ended up on the donkey; though do remember thinking it would have been safer to walk. And fairer on the donkey.
That whole South American trip was an incredible adventure - there was a certain amount of planning, but mostly it was seat of my pants stuff - a feeling of freedom; of never really knowing what the next day might hold. And my best adventures have always been on the less organised trips, the 'let's just see what happens' ones. Like the time a tip from a fellow traveller took us down a magical river in a canoe to the sea.
I really want the kids to have these kind of experiences, but thinking about it also makes me horribly anxious... I know I'll probably worry non-stop if they ever go travelling. Just as I know they'll have no clue how much I'll worry. Sure, thoughts of what was going on at home couldn't have been from my mind as I trundled down that steep, stoney path on the back of a donkey.
Linking up with The Photo Gallery - the theme this week is Adventure