‘Time is relative’ can be easily explained. Remember how in school during a hot afternoon session of double Math or Physics you were sure the teacher had sold his soul to the devil and in exchange now had the power to stop time? Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours, the clock might as well have been coated in molasses. But during Christmas and the December holidays the month to whizzed by and before you knew it you were back in the black hole of your classroom that sucked all the joy that life had to offer? For me that explains it perfectly.
I’ve gone on this absurd tangent because I found one of the good places. Where time seems to stretch and slooow right down; it’s called KIzingo.