When we landed in Queenstown I was shocked at how cold it was; we had just left Sydney where the temperature was around 34° and I had been able to walk around in shorts and flip flops at 10pm! As we sat and waited for the shuttle bus, I opened my case and pulled out as many long sleeved tops as I could find. I missed the sunshine of Australia…….
When we arrived at our apartment, I knew we had made the right decision to treat ourselves to a little luxury on this part of the trip. It was stunning. We had windows all along one side of living room that gave us the most amazing view of Lake Wakatipu; the first night we were there I wrapped up warm and spent hours out on the balcony.
We were greeted with the most amazing sunset; it looked like the sky was on fire. I felt so overwhelmed by such a beautiful sight.
I completely fell in love with Queenstown; it felt like us. Like our kind of place. It’s the adrenaline capital of the world and we had both been looking forward to this part of the trip so much. We went skydiving, bungy jumping and rock climbing; I could have so easily stayed there.
The skydive was sensational. 45 seconds of freefall followed by a peaceful descent spent taking in the clear blue skies and breath taking scenery. As we floated down over Queenstown, I couldn’t quite believe what I was doing. It was surreal. Amazing. As soon as I landed, I jumped up, clapped my hands together and shouted “again, again”!
The next day, the bungy jumping wasn’t quite as enjoyable, and as soon as I reached the edge of the platform I froze and went into freak out mode. Luckily Ian and I were doing a tandem jump because we feared this situation might arise! The idea was, if one of us bottled it, the other one would just jump, dragging the other down with them. I was given a pep talk by my “hero” Jase, about how the feeling of walking away would be far worse than the actual jump, and how no-one was stopping me from doing this……apart from me. This is where “standing on the bridge” came from. Whenever Ian and I are about to embark on something a bit scary, something unknown, we refer to it as standing on the bridge. We can jump and see what happens, or stay on the bridge and never know. I wrapped my arms around Ian and hung on for dear life – my jump wasn’t brilliant, but at least I did it, and that’s what counts. As I opened my eyes at the bottom I realised it wasn’t actually that bad…..!
After the bungy jump we spent the afternoon down by the lake rock climbing; it was the perfect end to the day.
The following day we wandered down to the harbour; the sun was shining and it was so peaceful.
As we sat and drank our Starbucks, a girl surrounded by her friends, picked up her guitar and started singing; along with everybody else we sat and listened to her soothing voice. It was the perfect end to an unforgettable part of our trip.
Hand in hand we headed back to our apartment ready to pack everything up. The next day we were driving over to see the bright blue waters of Lake Tekapo……Filed under: Personal, Travels Comments (2)