Sitting beside me in the speedboat, my nine-year-old daughter, Han Dong, gripped my hand.
“It’s scary, Mum,” she whispered, as the boat did a 360-degree turn.
After a few more spins, her fear melted into giggles. “Again, again,” she cheered.
It was January 2025, and we had travelled to New Zealand from Shenzhen, China, with my mother, husband, and Han Dong’s older brother.
Queenstown was the first stop of the 11-day tour.
After the speedboat ride, Han Dong wrote about it in her diary.
Today, we rode a shark-shaped boat, she penned.
She planned to write down each day’s adventures to submit as holiday homework when she returned to school.
Over the next few days, we visited Glenorchy, Walter Peak High Country Farm, and sat beside Lake Tekapo. On day…
