My mother, bless her, once claimed that I must have been dropped on my head as a baby as no-one is naturally this unco-ordinated. Well, mum. Nice try. It's genetic.
Today we rode Segways around the Rock. It was fascinating. Ten kilometres at the base which revealed itself to be far more intriguing and detailed than pictures would have suggested. Segways are easy to ride. They are the perfect vehicle for a ride around the rock; unless you are me. I fell off. But it gets worse. Oliver fell off not once but twice. Yay us. But a few bruises and a couple of scrapes are a small price to pay for an awesome experience. And, of course, we can't help it. Our genes are deficient. Anyway, that night we went to the Field of Lights, the most extraordinary light installation in the desert. It has to be seen to be believed. It was dark (despite 50,000 solar-powered lights). And yet we didn't trip. winning at life.
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