I am not going to the Ekka.
As an idealist optimist, it takes a lot to break my resolve and push me into disenchantment. About a big fancy event with rides and flashy sounds and bags and balloons, anyway.
The Ekka has succeeded. I am not going back there ever.
It was overpriced. I was financially raped, over and over. Financially gang-raped every where I turned.
With kids it was a nightmare; everything was designed to be alluring, and everything cost a lot of money. I felt helpless. Did I mention financially raped. It was the opitome of an event designed to part anyone from their money, with hardly even the bother of a thin-veiled disguise.
I feel real fear for this thing. And fear means stay away or you might get your head chopped off.