Turns out the adventure stream was pretty great cross-training! I am covered in scrapes and bruises – massive klutz. Hands up if you know THAT feeling?
I think I was ready for something a little different, and a chance to relax, drink, eat and play was definitely the way to go.
If you haven’t caught up on the story, I won a free holiday to my own city – Canberra. The idea is that instead of spending money on old-school promotion, the Tourism department decided to find influential people on Social Media. They received 31 000 applications, and picked 500 people to go along. Apparently I was one of them. So Mr The Rake and I spent the weekend climbing things and eating like obese circus folk.
Part of the deal was that we used the #humanbrochure tag (and I am so sorry for Saturday afternoon when Instagram and facebook were linked, and FB received a huge stream of content!) – all of the tagged content was added to the site as a ‘living brochure’.
We also got to feed bears.
And Cait asked for a zebra ride…
We saw this giraffe:
Which then went Bear Grylls on us and drank its own urine:
Then Mr The Rake and I got to try mountain bike riding.
We went up the mountain – and I laughed at Rake as I missed corners but happily heaved my runner quads uphill.
When it was time to head down again, our guide, Ben, gestured down the slope. A steep and rocky descent. I stopped laughing.
I turned to my neighbours –
Do you guys mind if I head to the back?
I gritted my teeth, I jumped on the bike, headed downwards, skidded, and got off the bike again.
Holy crap. I had to go the whole way down?
I honestly don’t remember the last time I have felt that scared. Embarrassingly, everyone else seemed fine. Mr The Rake flew down and I barely saw him. Instead, I limped along with poor Ben, who was stuck at the rear. He kindly suggested that I relax and put the pedals up, but this highly strung control freak just got more and more tense. When I slipped and fell, I couldn’t hold back the tears.
In hindsight, hilarious.
There I was, with a champion mountain bike rider, being the tough runner chick, and sniffling my way down the fire trail, which Ben very discreetly suggested we take to avoid the bulk of the rocks.
To Mr The Rake’s credit, he didn’t laugh until we reached the bottom.
A glass of wine at lunch and all was well!
And after rolling our way out of lunch and into dinner, all stupidity had been forgotten.
At Soju Girl, we were treated to tasting pates, cocktails, and the best dessert possible – chocolate fondant and peanut butter ice cream. You better believe we found room for it!
The night turned ridiculous when a few of us were pulled out to interview with Yahoo 7 (TV/Online). My plans for a quiet night started with yet another cocktail as we chatted about the Human Brochure concept.
There was a winner in all of this tough. ‘Pulling a Rion’ will now forever mean that guy who managed to get the hotel to cook him an entire frozen pizza, cycled faster than the elites, and then powered-on so hard that when he never made it back to the hotel, he missed the bus.
Naturally, we checked twitter.
Here he is at 11pm:
Should I go to bed, or POWER ON?!#humanbrochure
And again at 3am:
#humanbrochure these guys are freaking legiiiiit
(complete with picture of Rion, two strangers, and shots).
The most impressive thing? He still managed to use the #humanbrochure tag.
I think he won the brochure.
For the non-Aussies – you’re welcome:
What has happened to you through social media that wouldn’t otherwise have happened?
How do you cross-train?
Do you have a favourite holiday spot?
The less positive -mostly for those interested
in the human brochure concept
*It wasn’t all perfect, but it was hard to be a hater on a free holiday with stupidly large meals, free-slowing booze, spacious rooms, and the odd free gift. Personally, as a big talker, I was thrilled to be around so many people. What I don’t like though, is concealment. While it’s always fun to have an element of surprise, a lot was swept aside or kept deliberately quiet, and that always make me feel like a five year old locked out of the parlour room where the grown-ups play.
Nothing major – but there was a very discreet hustle of a few people who clearly had some kind of VIP status – they were technically part of each ‘stream’ yet were often whisked away from the main activities, and driven off to be given a particular treat – hot air ballooning and special trails were the ones I saw. (Wow, this sounds like a conspiracy theory!). I guess what I’m saying is, treat ‘humans’ like adults, and you’ll have no problem. Let them find out in the playground, and…they’ll behave like it too.