Or, if you’re in Malaysia, Milo. At least I think the two are one of the same. Fake chocolate, faux milk, full of crap drink marketed to kids. Same, same… right? Good old nestle has a STRONG hold on Malaysia, so much that on an hour and a half hopper flight, Milo was one of three drink choices. The first time it was offered, I thought to myself, “well, what’s the harm with this one time, especially when the result of which will ensure a mellow flight?”. When we reached for one, as an alternative to the Nestle crap ice cream bars offered at our jungle lodge, I began to feel guilty. When I stashed two boxes of it in my bag on our return flight, I felt remorse.
That’s one aspect of traveling with kids that is a DEFINITE challenge: not giving in to treats and media that you normally wouldn’t allow… all in the name of peace and sanity.
A small trade-off, I suppose. What their bodies are sacrificing in health, their brains are gaining in rich experiences. When trips are relatively short (especially in places where healthy alternatives are hard to find), it’s a drop in the bucket. I do often think about what our landscape would look like were we to take an extended (6 months or longer) trip with the kids. How do perpetually traveling families do it? Is there an ice cream bar at the end of EVERY long journey?