Last weekend, the Wild Women On Top coaches went wild in the bush.
We threw away our itineraries, phones, antiseptic gel and mascara! We plunged naked into the ocean on remote beaches, did cartwheels and handstands in the sand, and wrapped ourselves in banners on rocky mountain summits, laughing all the way.
BY BELLA WESTAWAY Five weeks ago, as I lay in a hostel bed in San Sebastian, Spain, with a spring sticking into my hip and my iPod drowning out the sounds of snores from the guy in the bed below me, I cried myself to sleep. My mum was about to head to Nepal, to attempt to climb a mountain. It's called Ama Dablam, and it's breathtakingly beautiful. It's also 6812m high and technically difficult. I was crying because I was scared. I was scared she was not coming home. I am no stranger to my mum heading off on crazy adventures.