Profile
Blog
Photos
Videos
The next morning we were more than hungover (surprisingly!) We were redefining hungover! But we had to check out by 10am. We packed up the car stocked up with even more junk food and set off for Queenstown. But 2 hours later, I was falling asleep and Lucy was finding it hard to concentrate on the road or very much else and we pulled into a picnic spot, reclined the chairs as far as they would go and took a nap .. for 2 hours.
Queenstown Base, lacking a car park, required us to park in arather expensive adjacent car park, which was unimpressive, we checked in and settled into our bedroom and got some food from the Base Bar. We then went back upstairs to shower and change into nicer, less slept in, hungover clothes and returned to the bar for some social drinks where we met Chris and James from the (vomitting) evening before. Still nothing happened between Lucy and Chris.
The next morning we went to the holy Fergburger for lunch and by god does any restaurant live up to its expectation - their burgers are MASSIVE! Like ridiculously so. I had some contraption that involved what must have been 20lbs of burger cheese, bacon, relish, ketchup and numerous vegetables of varying sorts. Lucy had a smaller but ridiculous large burger and we spilt (a quite uneccesary) order of fries (thank god we never ordered one each!) Lucy (quite unaware of the size of Fergburger) then promptly left for the canyon swing - a 100m drop follwed by a 60m arc from a bungee rope, where the employees would repeatedly pretend to drop her (zt least 3 times), much to her use of swear words before letting her go and allowing her to fall out of sight of her digital camera in the hands of the next girl. (The next girl's commetnary is actually quite hilarious - "Where is she? I can't see her? Where the f*** has she gone?") Reunited we made our plans for the evening, made friends with the Israelis in the room (as one does) and enjoyed some free jaeger cherry aftershock courtesy of said friendship. Yossi (or Yoshi as I preferred to call him a la Mario) thought he had adecent American accent - he had nothing but an Israeli accent - at best another accent of slightly Middle Eastern descent - plus he was wearing a T shirt covered in Herew (fool).
We then headed down to the Base Bar (Altitude) and enjoyed a number of vodka orientated beverages, particularly given a number of 2 for 1 vouchers. We then moved on to the equally reknowned World Bar. A place where teapots are born! Yes you heard right - teapots! In New Zealand teapots are the norm - ridiculously concentrated alcoholic beverages (intended) to be poured into shot glasses and then downed bwteen yourself and many friends. Lucy and I opted to ignore saif shot glasses and drink out of the spout as many other had done. And I somehow managed to work myself through 5 perhaps equal to 60 shots (albeit not pure shots, perhaps 30 pure shots is a good comparison). Lucy went home tired and I was left with the Danes I had been to. They were good craic, but could I for the life of me remember what the word "Danish" was?
I left World Bar at around 5am and stumbled to Fergburger, instinctively despite only having been in town for a day and ordered another burger. At the entrance to Base I was told I wasn't allowed to bring any food in so I left, casually hid it inside my jeans, behind my back, and re-entered to no dispute. In bed I put in my ipod whilst enjoying my burger until I heard Lucy scream "Is that the Saturdays?" She clambered out of bed and joined me in eating my burger (much to my disappointment)and I recounted my tale of events since her departure. "Oh my god What are people from Denmark called?" I screamed."... ... I have no idea" We considered the question. "DANISH!" yelled the Australian from the other side of the room. "YES!" I screamed, "Like the bacon!" Satisfied with this we finished my burger between us (both of us quite full), made a complete mess of my bed, possibly justifying receptions ban on fergburgers being brought into the hostel and fell asleep.
The next morning I feel beyond s*** and begin vomiting copiously, so leave Lucy to go bungee jumping (the fool) also quite quite hungover. I made a serious of jokes revolving around her vomiting whilst jumping alas no such event came to pass and she did the jump very well making an excellent (if not expensive) photographic souvenir. I meanwhile remained snuggled up in bed with occasional runs to the toilet.
Once Lucy had got her adrenalin kick and returned we went off for our second exciting activity - the Shotover jet - a speed boat ride through the Shotover canyons, performing 360 degree turns, going right up to the cliff edges at stupid speeds and generally spinning around at 85km in as little as 10cm of water. Its pretty cool and the canyon itself is the location for the Guards of Gondor in the Lord of the Rings. It was awesome. Pretty dangerous tho and the guide told us about how some Japanese honeymooner had been decapitated by not listening to instructions and sticking his head out of the boat. Whilst we did not lose our heads, our hair was suitably hilarious at the end of the ride.
Back at Base we prepared for our night out and began by heading out to Minus 5 the ice bar kept at -5 degrees (thus the name). You put on a parka jacket and some gloves to keep yourself warm(er) and can only stay for 30mins, but it was pretty cool. The glasses themselves are made of ice and you can (as we chose to do) take shots through some of their ice sculptures, although Lucy found the shots particularly strong. Their cocktails were very tasty however, and made with a proper vodka and a good amount of it (unlike Base). And we spent the next half hour taking humorous photos alongside the ice sculptures and chatting with the bartender as there were a distinct lack of other proprietors probably given its rather expensive price tag.
We then migrated back to the Base Bar (like homing pigeons) where there was some bungee cord game going on right down the length of the bar much to our amusement and got some more drinks in before heading for World Bar and the allure of more teapots. At World Bar Lucy got chatting with a kiwi she had met earlier in the day who worked the Nevis Bungee. I left them to it and chatted with Chris and James before both of us decided to call in for a fergburger (standard!) and hitting the hay.
- comments