Two nights watching Princess Leia feel the power of the force meant there was room for something more wholesome in our lives. Enter go-karting, on an epic 1,000m track on the outskirts of the town. Our chariot arrived in the form of a limousine equipped with a knee-rattling soundsytem that puts most nightclubs to shame.
After a ten-minute warm up, where one of us drove like he was taking his test, the brakes came off as we absolutely bombed around the track at up to 60kmh. A spectacular first corner crash would usually be the highlight – but then one of the group pulled over to be sick, although that meant more of the delicious BBQ that followed for the rest of the group.