2. Zipline

Even though it's been on my bucket list for years, ziplining is something I've never been able to do. Every time I've had the opportunity to go, something would always happen that forces me to cancel at the last second. Either that, or Emma would be too busy 'studying for a test' or something whenever I'd ask her when none of my friends could go, and besides, what's the point of going by yourself? And ever since the, ah… basement incident, I've never had the funds to actually be able to go anymore because I kept trying (and am still trying) to pay back my parents, so it was pretty much all for naught at that point.

Now, I can happily cross it off the list, and I didn't have to pay a cent!

Emma chose to hold onto the handlebar on the way down, and asked me to – sorry, no, told me to – reach up and grab the Travel Tip while holding on to her. I don't really mind that, anyway. Besides, I can shamelessly admit that she probably has more upper body strength than me. If I had to carry both of us down, we'd so be falling into the water.

Reaching out to grab the tip wasn't tough at all, mainly because I had wrapped my legs around Emma's waist and was using her hips as a sort of seat. I didn't even have to use the bar to hold on! I… don't think Emma was all too thrilled about me doing that, but we got the Tip so it shouldn't matter!

Leaning into her back as far as I could, I turn my phone towards the two of us. "Smile for the camera, Em!" I take the shot, even though Emma was doing anything but smiling. Seriously, that scowl could kill someone.

"Wow, what a great idea," she scoffs. "Take a picture while we're going down a zipline at fifty kilometers an hour! Not my fault if you fall off. At least then the fish would have someone to take selfies with."

"Feels more like sixty kilometers."

"I really don't care."

Another few seconds pass, and we land on a few mattresses to stop our fall. Not the most comfortable way to land, but hey, it worked. The rush of the zipline is still in me though, so I do the only sensible thing to do and holler in joy.

"Woo!" I jump up from the mattresses and land on the ground. "We should do that again!"

"You're crazy if you think we're going back up there," Emma notes, removing her helmet and walking up to me. "What does the Tip say?"

"Oh, right." In all of the excitement I kinda forgot about that. "It says we have to catch the next flight to… Morocco!" I shout once again. "New country, here we come!"

"This isn't a party, Kitty," Emma says through gritted teeth. "This is a competition. Remember that."

"Yeah, yeah, I get you." I stuff the Tip in my pocket and remove my own helmet before offering it to Don, standing not too far from the mattresses. "You take these, right?"

He motions to a cardboard box by his feet, already having… six pairs of helmets in them. "Emma and Kitty, you ladies are the seventh team to arrive at the airstrip," he announces. So there really are six teams ahead of us! Nailed it! "Unfortunately for you that means, unless you can get to the check-in counter before the Reality TV Pros, you'll be the first to board flight number two, which leaves exactly thirty minutes from flight one."

"Thirty minutes?! Ohh, no no no, we are not letting that happen." Emma grabs onto my arm and, just like at the top of the tower, starts dragging me towards the airport.

"Is this really necessary?" I ask her, noticing Ellody and Mary crash into the mattresses and sneaking a quick pic of them.

"For getting on the first flight, and guaranteeing us a decent shot at first?" she asks without turning around. "Um, yes!"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "Shoulda figured." Then again, maybe getting on it isn't such a bad idea. If we don't, I won't be hearing the end of it from dear ol' Sis.