I thought it would be fun to make a thread about this as I am currently in one. I am at Wellington Airport with my dad (I'm 35, he is 78) sitting in a hire car waiting to check in for a 6:30am flight to Sydney. It's 9:30pm... I will let that sink in. This is an airport which is closed from 2 till 4 every day, but he still felt it prudent to arrive at the airport 9 hours early. We have been travelling together for the past 8 days, and it has been Great to see where my dad grew up, hear all his stories and meet a part of the family I have never been a part of. However some grevencies: We have driven 2500 Kms this week. Guess who wasn't allowed to drive AT ALL Dad didn't trust my phones GPS. He also didn't trust the GPS that was in the car HE hired. Guess who was blamed when he got lost? Dad didn't want to pay roaming on his phone, so I switched mobile data off for him. All hell broke loose when he didn't get an mms message from the dog sitter back in Sydney! We were out fishing (trawling) on a lake in Rotaruha when my line got a little tangled. He told me in a grumpy voice to give it to him, when I told him I was fine he got aggro and he almost took a swipe at my ear! (which he may have done 3 times in my life) Needless to say I got a little pissed at that, and have him a good dressing down. Thank God his older brother was on the boat, or I wouldn't have any one to talk to for the rest of that boat trip! Still, all in all, I had a great time with my dad, just very greatful that in about 15 hours I can bundle him back into his own car and go back to my life! Now, tell me all YOUR horror travel stories so I can feel a little cheerier!