I didn't have a chance to wrap up NZ properly while we were in the Cooks. I was super busy with snorkeling, scootering, and trying out various sarong tying methods. But I'd be remiss if I didn't include a little ditty on Queenstown, which is one of the most picturesque cities we've visited on this trip.
Queenstown is made for tourists. Extreme tourists. I imagine the expression "been there, done that, bought the tee-shirt" originated there. There are almost endless ways to get one's adrenaline fix in Q-town, including but not limited to: bungy jumping (both the world's oldest and, separately, the world's highest), paragliding, parasailing, jet boating, downhill mountain biking, glacier climbing, heli-hiking, heli-skiing, heli-rafting, heli-biking, white water rafting, black water kayaking, canyong swinging, zip lining, skydiving, hot air ballooning, ATVing or snowmobiling. The list continues, but it would seem that if one can jump off it, be launched over it, or ride on it in a dangerous way, someone in Queenstown has created the experience.
Ed and I aren't the extreeemmmmeeee sorts and neither of us counts adrenaline among our vices. But Queenstown is rad, even for those who don't want to be video taped screaming at 9.8. We spent our week wandering the small town, drinking local wine, and hiking in the surrounding mountains. I rented a bike for an afternoon and followed the lake trails to a nearby town. We rode the luge and ate delicious cheese and soaked up the amazeballs autumn weather.
I don't have a conclusive wrap up here. What I do have is a petit hangover and another picture of Toby. Fin.
Queenstown is made for tourists. Extreme tourists. I imagine the expression "been there, done that, bought the tee-shirt" originated there. There are almost endless ways to get one's adrenaline fix in Q-town, including but not limited to: bungy jumping (both the world's oldest and, separately, the world's highest), paragliding, parasailing, jet boating, downhill mountain biking, glacier climbing, heli-hiking, heli-skiing, heli-rafting, heli-biking, white water rafting, black water kayaking, canyong swinging, zip lining, skydiving, hot air ballooning, ATVing or snowmobiling. The list continues, but it would seem that if one can jump off it, be launched over it, or ride on it in a dangerous way, someone in Queenstown has created the experience.
by choice.
Ed and I aren't the extreeemmmmeeee sorts and neither of us counts adrenaline among our vices. But Queenstown is rad, even for those who don't want to be video taped screaming at 9.8. We spent our week wandering the small town, drinking local wine, and hiking in the surrounding mountains. I rented a bike for an afternoon and followed the lake trails to a nearby town. We rode the luge and ate delicious cheese and soaked up the amazeballs autumn weather.
mountains for walking
cheese for lunch
I don't have a conclusive wrap up here. What I do have is a petit hangover and another picture of Toby. Fin.
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