Lugano, Switzerland - Jetski Fun.....................................

I was too young to know about good haircuts

And to boot - Simon (another cousin) lived just down the road. So I flew out as a 14 year old and we had some great fun. All the fun of this day has just about overshadowed the memory of Craig firing a stone at me, from a black widow catapult. I had been innocently sat in our tent at a campsite by Lake Como, and upon opening the entrance I saw Craig 100 yards away aiming at me. Bastard.

The campsite was excellent too. We had one night counting shooting stars, a whole day of cleaning out the easiest to win claw machine in the world, and on another night Simon had to run around the campsite with his little weener hanging out. Sure, during the day it did get a little boring continually riding around on the pathetically slow go karts on a track about ten yards long, especially with a wound to your chest after a catapulting incident, but overall it was great. The campsite owner, Yorg, even took us across the lake in his Seebold powerboat to a stunning pizzeria.

Still, the best day was the jetskis. Afterwards, I got to ride in a Ferrari being by an absolute madman, who seemed to think 30 yards was a big enough gap to overtake in. Lunatic.