Thursday 11 April 2013

Easter Fun

This year, we joined some friends to attend the annual running of the bulls egg hunt held in Asan Park. I heard they hide a lot of eggs, like 10,000? So we were expecting a decent turn out.

That was exactly what we found when we arrived. But we were happy to see that they had divided the hunt into sections by age, and the 1-3yr sections was littered with eggs just laying in the grass- so my shy little 2 year old might stand a chance of grabbing a couple after all. Hahahaha! What was I thinking?!?!?


We were a little early, so we decided to find a place in the shade to relax and wait. (We didnt feel like fighting 200+ people for a dixie cup of free Gatorade) Now, we were under the impression that the hunt was to start at 11. But we figured we must have had it wrong when we started to notice all the people gather and line up behind the tape at about 20 til. So, not wanting to be left out, we jumped up and joined the crowd. In the hot sun. Just standing.

If this were a movie, this is the part when the screen would go dark and the words "2 minutes later" would appear, next to show an image of us right back on our nice blanket in the shade. ;)






When the hunt did start...geez...what a shock. The cute scenario I had imagined in my head of Quin walking through the grass, basket in hand, enthusiastically picking up eggs and running to find the next was quickly shattered! Reality? We found oursleves in the midst of a mob. A crazy, fast running, yelling mob. My friend and I felt so overwhelmed- I may or may not have yelled at scolded a few 6-7yr olds claiming to pick up eggs for a younger sibling. I have no shame. But this wave of people was snatching up all those scattered eggs in seconds! If we had any hopes of retrieving an egg it was time for plan B, fast!! So, I quickly instructed Ryan to pick Quin up and run her to the front of the crowd. Can't beat um...

We did find 4 eggs (each one had to be stood over and guarded by one of us until Quin could get to it). They were hard boiled eggs. Real eggs. That had just lay in the grass in the CRAZY guam heat for who knows how long? Really?! Ugh...





But...I am relieved to say I came prepared for such events. I had slipped a few plastic eggs from home, filled with the treats I had promised, into our bag. Melt down avoided and still a fun time! :)

1 comment:

  1. What in the world?! What I want to know is who boiled and dyed all of those eggs. =P OOG!

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