Elisabeth Easther talks to Craig Wilson, the managing director and primary consultant of Quality Tourism Development.
I spent my first 18 years in the white stone city of Oamaru and family holidays were to places like Arrowtown and Queenstown. One of my favourite places was Lake Ohau where mum's uncle had built a crib in the middle of nowhere. I learned to shoot rabbits there when I was 12. I'm not sure we got many, but we did enjoy trying.
At the age of 26 I did my big OE. My girlfriend and I were headed for England when a friend suggested we converge on Camp America for the summer. It was 1992 and we were sent to the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania. We had three camps in one place — a high-needs camp for children with ADHD, another camp full of angst-ridden teenagers, and a senior adult vacation centre where the average age was 77.
We had an amazing combination of people coming to cool off in our little lakes over summer. Seeing all the pharmaceuticals the kids would take, lined up at the wellness centre for their daily dose of drugs, that was an eye-opener for a boy from the South Island, but it was a wonderful summer.
We spent about 10 months in England, working and holidaying. We explored England, Wales and Scotland — I managed to get sunburnt in Scotland, can you believe? We spent a month driving around Europe and the scariest moment of my entire life was doing the bobsled in France. Four of us guys thought we'd be smart on the Winter Olympics course. We got into this thing called a Bobraft and it was out of control. It was a three-minute ride and there was so much G-force, we couldn't breathe for what felt like two and a half of those minutes and we weren't even going at full bobsled speed. We banged from side to side, going round corners with our heads hitting the ice. It was terrifying and at the end, the four of us jumped out, so happy to be alive.