By Hannah Ellis-Ducobu, 26 July 2026
Watch out, Jumperama. Nine trampers were rapidly approaching, by a diverse range of transportation methods, and they had one goal: jump their hearts out. And whether we were hungry, hungover, or fatigued from a long bike ride, jump our hearts out we did.
Thankfully the hordes of small children cleared out when it was our turn, giving us plenty of space to bounce, flip, foam pit-dive and generally horse around to our heart's content. I for one worked up quite the sweat (sorry Hazel).
Tumbling routines were made, small children were befriended, and long-forgotten muscles were woken and worked. We failed to take a single photo before our session was over - we were just having way too much fun! - so you'll have to take my word for it that I achieved my life-long goal of doing a gainer into the foam pit (scary asf).
Jumping? 10/10. Cafe? 0/10. Smell of the Hutt River? -1000/10. Chance of coming back? 100%.