I have yet to finish the trip to Queenstown; the best is yet to come. On Day 2 we rode the gondola to the top of the mountain that overlooks Queenstown. Once on top, there are a number of activities in which to participate. We ruled hang gliding out right away. Two persons were killed and one seriously injured on that activity this year. No one died bungy jumping. Yet.
We decided to ride the luge which required climbing on another lift. Neither the gondola nor the lift stops to load and u
nload passengers. One must jump in or climb on while in motion and off one goes. Or not, depending on one's agility. The attendant at the lift gave some kind of instruction that I didn't catch. They all have this funny accent, you know. As we swung off into the air, I did catch what she yelled next: "Pull the bar down or you'll fall off on your head!!!" Oh yeah. I reached up and behind us and pulled the bar over the front of us.Tickets in hand, we chose the "gentle, scenic" luge route. I looked at the diminutive carts and asked if there were other sizes. Nope, one size fits all. Or not. This was sedately fun, at least for one of us.
We had a surprisingly delicious buffet lunch overlooking The Ledge, a hut cantilevered with no visible support off the edge of the mountain. We watched as a man in a blue shirt and tan shorts threw himself out of the hut and down into the abyss below, not once but at least 3 times. Each time hut attendants dragged him back up the bungy jump.
After lunch, I casually suggested we walk down to the bungy jump hut, just to see what it was all about. Yeah, sure. So, did she or didn't she? See April 14 entry.
Cheers and Aroha!
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