Ways in which Jo coped admirably well:

One night we stayed in a particularly basic campsite in Fiordland, in wild southern New Zealand, when it was pitch black outside, nearly down to freezing and just about manageable with three jumpers, a blanket and am emergency cup of hot orange juice. After a visit to a particularly traumatic example of the facilities at these remote sites she returned to our chilly van looking slightly lost for words, and eventually exclaimed… “Honeyment!” It was despair, horror and desperation (we should be in a posh hotel by a beach!) mixed with a note of delight that we’ve done this adventure instead of the perhaps easier choice of the luxury romantic break. Yep, definitely adventure and not just despair.