The Road to Queenstown Part 2

After a nice sleep in the ski shalet, we woke up the next day for the rest of the drive to Queenstown. There was a buzz on the bus about going bungy jumping, sky diving, canyon swinging...all kinds of crazy acts that involve voluntarily jumping out of  or off something...this has never been my cup of tea. 

We stopping in the morning at a small ski town on the way to Queenstown, it was cute but pretty small...and the buzz and trepidation was building because the next stop was the skydive...some had signed up and looked a little pale for most of the morning, but others were still undecided whether to go or not....the final decision was only 20 minutes away...After the time clock ticked away, we dropped off all our brave souls at the skydive place and headed to town for a few hours.

Little town by the sky dive place

 While in the ski town, I was able to do a bit of shopping, I'd been freezing since arriving, so I was able to buy a hat and use my doubled up mittens from the Chicago winter, which were conveniently hidden in my bag for most of the trip. I had actually forgotten to unpack them and almost threw them away..once while in Malaysia...but I was glad to have them now..:)

                           We made a few stop during the morning for photo opportunities...

 After we'd waited for a few hours, we went to get our faithful companions at the air strip. I was delighted to find they had an aircraft musuem. Sadly, it was closed but the dog fight painting was pretty cool.

Dog Fights

 These planes were just like the planes from our childhood trips to Canada...and I guess this was the place that you could've flown an aircraft, which was on my list, but sadly...they weren't doing that anymore.

A few members of the crew coming down from the skydive.

 After our friends triumphants return from the skydive...he headed off...it was amazing to see the change from the shaking with trepidation...to the return after accomplishing the skydive..:)

We truddled down the road to Queenstown and just shy of the city was the 33m bungy jump place. I guess the guy who invented the bungy cord is from New Zealand and th  idea came from a Moari tribe ritual where the women would jump off a cliff...then for some reason..it was changed to the men.  This same man was also arrested in Paris for bungy jumping off the Eiffel Tower in the late 80's. 

There were two girls of our group who jumped...our group watched the whole thing...from the observation deck. Everything was on film and the whole experience looked pretty traumatizing...but hey...everyone likes different stuff. In this jump, you could actually hit the water and dunk yourself depending on how you jumped. Both the girls came back looking white as sheets and saying it was terrifying. I guess everybodies different...:) right..?