I get really brave when I’m on vacation, especially in other countries. As soon as I step off the plane, I get hit with this euphoric sense of unadulterated adventure. I have to try everything – experience everything. I mean I might never be back in that country again in my lifetime so I enter this mental realm of: ‘it’s now or never’ and get hit with this dose of ‘you must attempt this.’
I’ve gone in cages with great white sharks off the coast of South Africa. I’ve rappelled down 200-foot cliffs over waterfalls in Argentina and I’ve swum in piranha and anaconda infested waters in the Amazon River. I pretty much lose my sense of danger when I travel and my vacations consist of stories that make my parents cringe upon my return. So when my Thailand tour guide asked me if I wanted to stop at this place called Tiger Kingdom on the way to Chiang Mai, my answer was of course yes.
