With our eighth backward lurch and frantic pull on the emergency parking break, I was beginning to worry.
It was as if we were constantly riding to the top of the big hill of a roller coaster but never getting to enjoy the thrilling downward plunge! Somehow I had found myself sitting in a gigantic campervan halfway around the world.
My husband Mike was in the driver’s seat attempting to learn how to drive a stick shift vehicle (left handed!) on the treacherous “hills” of New Zealand.
While it had certainly sounded like a fun adventure two months earlier when we decided to take a career break to travel the world, as my knuckles turned whiter and we constantly stalled on the same hill, I started to think that we had bitten off more than we could chew…